A Late Night Chat
As we sit
and swap our stories,
tales of hilarity
and suffering,
time falls away,
becoming the relic
of a distant past,
no longer retaining meaning,
as more important things
need be dealt with first.
We reflect on lives
we once knew,
the tough times
that haunt us to this day.
We look back on
the heartache,
the loss,
the hell that was high school,
the friends whom left us for dead,
the bullies that kept us dead for so long,
the injuries we received over the years,
both physical and mental.
We reflected on the friends, family, and females
we loved and lost,
and how we might ever
pick ourselves back up
out of the unbearable black hole.
Yet, in our bonding,
we somehow made our problems
more manageable,
our lives
more bright,
our futures
more hopeful.
We've all been down on our luck
from time to time.
But will you pick yourself up
out of the puddle of emotion,
or lie there,
wasting away until you're
a pruning mess?
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