Monday, August 17, 2015

J.J. Campbell- Three Poems


the old farm

tonight's storm
was the first night
i thought about
the old farm

the way the rain
sounded on a
metal roof

how the thunder
would shake the
thin walls

i almost miss
watching the
cats dash
between
raindrops

almost

as i'm able to
sleep in a warm
bed instead of
staying up all
night

making sure the
cellar doesn't
start to take on
too much water

i paid the price
for solitude

i made it to
the other side
now



single turning 40

you have reached the age
where desperation wears
you like a cheap suit

and no matter what you
try

the whole fucking world
knows



accustomed to despair

when you
become
accustomed
to despair,
you fall
victim to
all the
trappings

the cold
nights
alone

another bottle
drained empty

the sunlight
is like an
unwanted
visitor

you get comfortable
in your own filth

and soon, even
your good side
understands that
there is no hope
to break this cycle

and that is when
despair changes
to simply running
out the clock

death does not
need to be some
harrowing event

sometimes it is as
simple as lying in
bed and just fading
away





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