Once upon

a time

in a dream

I was fully alive

in a casket

clean

surmise

yet

dead to life

my arm hung out

the side of it

and my fingers

touched the

green grass

below

As I peered out

from under

the half opened lid

all safe and secure

and comfy

inside of it

there was blue sky above

birds tweeting in the trees

But, the braver ones

were

flying by

looking at me

saying

‘what the hell are you looking at, dumb ass!’

All because this man

was devastatingly hurt

by some woman

he trusted

who

betrayed

him

in the worst

of ways

leaving him penniless

and left for dead

So, he lost all his marbles

cutting himself off

from the whole wide world

HE

chose a small life

One he could control

he became a recluse

a hermit

he played the part

so well

someone

should’ve given him

an Oscar

he didn’t make any mistakes

like he did before

he didn’t do anything new

he didn’t take chances

BUT

what he couldn’t control

was all the loneliness

he felt

inside

even though he drank

himself to sleep

every

single

night

for twenty

lonely

years