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Nov 2015
Hanging horizontal
Eyes rolling wildly in darkness
The AM radio whispers
A Texas mother is arrested after leaving her 3 children home unattended, police say they arrived and found her 18 month old burned to death in an oven"
I think about my *** of coffee
Black
I roll out of bed
Walk to the sink
The mirror disappoints again
I think of Sartre
Advising to stay away from the sight
Of yourself
Then I think of
Lepers, burn victims,
old amatuer boxers
And I feel a little better
I sit down and have coffee
With some of the greatest humans
Humanity has ever produced
Then I think about the ones
I will encounter today
Not so great...
"And there it is...the nausea."
-Sartre
I walk into the bathroom
And the cold burns
I step into the shower
And the water burns
I brush my hair in the mirror
And yes
That burns too
I step into my work uniform
And brown boots
I ask myself
"Are you ready to go?"
Keys, phone, wallet...
"I guess so..."
I walk past the mirror
then stop
I think
This is all so
Silly
The whole thing is so *******
Silly
I smirk at myself
I think
"I have had woman, I have fought men, I could never turn back...and all that lead me to where? This very moment"
-Sartre
I close the door
Then step out into
The cold dark
Morning
Written by
Ray Suarez  San Pedro, CA
(San Pedro, CA)   
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