My Ruined Day

I was really down today~
I mean dragging my self-esteem
Around town hanging out the
Back of a 1977 Plymouth
Volare station wagon~ bouncing
Off the Unforgiving
Road Surface~ kind of down.

And then you came along~
A perfect stranger hell-bent on
Goodness~I mean, how
Dare you pull me out
Of my misery? It’s my damn
Choice if I want to wallow
In my bad mood! And YOU,
With a small token of
Generosity~a gesture~
A smile~A kind word~
Ruined my ruined day!

Thank you.

~Keep Walking


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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One Response to My Ruined Day

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