Wednesday, February 11, 2015

The Loser


Velvet Verbosity *413 - Prompt ~ Robbed  - 100 words

Standing at the bus stop in the cold rain.

Foul weather and melancholy, 

bring into sharp focus, a lifetime of pain.

The soul had suffered so many felonies, 

a thousand cuts of momentary shame.

Withdrawn and numb now, the shell still exists, 

while the essence and joy in Life long ago floated away.

Was it the theft of a childhood, one drunken blow at a time?

Or rather school yard bullies and a brief hollow marriage 

that bears most of the blame?

It matters little now, standing here in the rain.

What once was, is the present, nothing has changed.
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Image from Saustria

4 comments:

Velvet Verbosity said...

So sad. We're all born the same, but life can be cruel.

MRMacrum said...

velvet verbosity - Sad was what I was aiming for. Some folks hit the mean streets right out of the gate and never make it out.

Ruby Manchanda said...

Somber tones written elegantly

MRMacrum said...

Ruby Manchanda - Thank you for reading it. I never know what to say in reply, but I guess a reply of some kind at least let's the reader know I am grateful for the comments.