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I don’t know where to go from here. Hell, I’m not even sure where I’ve been.  The words chase me and I always break, never bend.  My soul knows no secrets. My heart only knows shame. Exhaustion is the only flavor I can find in this lonesome home.  The bottles rattle, almost empty of my life’s game.  The pills are bitter, but I cannot get better if I don’t find a way to keep them down.  

The expectations are longer than the shadows of my hopes in a dressing gown.  I pray for respite, but the fever makes me remember I’m not even religious.  I fold the corners of my dreams, marking the good parts although I will never return.  I chase the ashes into the dusk, kissing the future with the passion of my past.  I don’t know where to go from here. But Hell, I hope it is better than where I’ve been.  



  1. Expectations can weigh heavy on any person’s soul and mind. I like how you compared them to the shadow of the hopes in a dressing gown, it conveys the image of carrying/wearing those expectations. Beautifully done.

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