the word
came swift
and sure.
cutting like a knife,
leaving
in it's wake
a trail like no other.
sweeping devastation
which sat
upon his shoulders
and feasted upon his dreams.
surely
this was a nightmare
engulfed by insanity,
regurgitated
in disbelief
and finally embraced
through countless shots of jack.
faded and worn
ghosts,
times come and gone
that linger
on lips
that should have done better.
growing hatred
seething
with the intensity
only shared by blood.
nothingness
mired in the consequences
of laughter and smiles
taken for granted.
the smell of grass
on a crisp summer's eve
whisking
through the cobwebs
donned
by middle aged regret
yet fanned
by the solace
of a few final moments.
longing
for the crack of the bat,
the feel of pigskin
and covered eyes
that ended with tickles.
tick,tock
goes the days
and bittersweet existence
is no more.
the waiting is over,
the pain is lifted.
rounding the diamond...
home
is but a million light years
away,
even though
it felt like yesterday.
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