#WritcoPoemPrompt78

Staring at the dresser full of baby clothes.
Mind slipping because there way too many holes.
Fatherhood and family was the goal.
Now struggling to find my soul.
Can't stay in the apartment, I need air.
Looking up for God and asking why? It's unfair.
Parked at Timmies oblivious to what's around me.
How could this be?
My demeanor is awkward and lifeless.
I grab my hair and head trying to relive the stress.
Cops. Play it cool. I'm doing nothing wrong.
"Hey buddy, is everything alright? Great song."
I looked at the officer with eyes weary, " Not really Sir.
I'm having a really bad day...". Then I started to ball.
Cop looked odd and said, " It's cool buddy just stay here as long as you need."
He tapped the roof of my car. I looked at the rear view mirror and my eyes began to bead.
I sat there for hours.
I don't know how to explain it but I couldn't move. I couldn't shake the taste of sour.
I decided that now is the best time to end my life.
But how? Jump out of a building? Hang myself or cut my neck with a knife?
Let me see where the highest bridge is.
Dam. it's in Vancouver. I wonder how far that is.
Too far. OK. How about the Don Valley.
Should I talk with a Pandit or Father O'Malley.
Fuck it. Just do it.
Funny I had Nikes on. This is no time to catch fits.
Should I take a shower and shit?
No ill just get bit.
Off I go.
Here I am. Too late to say no.
Here I go.
Wtf. There is netting?
What am I gonna do now?
No point fretting.
I guess this isn't my time.
Thank God I didn't because the next day was full of sunshine.
I would have missed it if I went through it.
I know life is hard to swallow so just try and chew it.
Perhaps I'm supposed to be here for a reason. Yup. I knew it.....

To be continued...



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