Talk To Me

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It is not solitary confinement

It might as well be

You sit across the room

Lost in the TV and your phone

I am already house bound

Due to the pandemic at hand

But loneliness is the worst

When there is someone else with you

It is not all isolation though

There are good days too

Where the phone is on the table

And I turn on the radio

I just wish there was a way

To reach you every day


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – solitary

After The Blast

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Day 27

I think this is the middle of April at least that is how I remember things today.  I am still in the basement and hear absolutely nothing through the door and windows.  I am not sure if everyone is still inside to avoid the radioactive fallout or there was only a handful of us who made it.  Now that it has been almost a month’s time I am sure my husband and daughter are gone.  That was all the family I had left, now I am certain they didn’t make it past the initial blast.  I have not yet mourned, there is too much else to worry about now to take that luxury.  I have counted and recounted the food down here and it will be hard, but I can make it at least another month before I need to worry about hunting down more food.  Maybe I will be rescued by then?  Maybe the enemy will capture me before I have to worry.  But then I don’t even no for sure who the enemy was… the airwaves have all been silent.  What if I am all alone forever?  I don’t want to think about it.  I think maybe by day 45 I can venture upstairs and see a little more of the world.  I would practically kill to listen to some music, it is so quiet.

It is time to scan the windows for signs of life.  I have to do that now as I can see the light fading already.  I have to hold out hope there is someone good still left out there.  Until tomorrow…


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fallout

Shadows Speak Louder

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Whoa, this is a big one.  I have a lot of fears but to narrow it down to my “greatest fear” I would have to say being alone.  Maybe left alone too early when I was younger, with a mile-long list of things not to do, I began to fear it then.  Now It has become a fear of not having anyone to care for me, who will mourn me, or miss me in the slightest.  Since my diagnosis of fibromyalgia, depression and anxiety I have lost 3 people who I thought were good friends of mine.  A fourth has had very little time for me.  And a fifth just communicates when they need something.

Not all of them could be bad people, so it has to be me, right?  I have one beautiful daughter and a VERY BIG case of empty nest syndrome, so she is about all the family I have, and I wonder of my value in her life anymore.

A funeral no one would come to except maybe to laugh at my urn.  Might as well sweep me up with the kitty litter… see what being alone does to me.  Honestly, I know it is none of my business why people do or do not like me, it is not my business what is in their heads.  I do still have four friends I can count on so I am not alone.  It is just hard to not feel that way when I sit alone in a room with only my laptop writing when I can’t sleep.  Some nights the shadows speak louder than I do.


Written for Fandango’s Dog Days Of August (FDDA) #11 – your greatest fear

Before He Leaves

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It’s always the same

He stands at the doorway

And gives a perfunctory

“I love you”

Then leaves for the day

He returns home

Not much to say

Then retreats to

His private spaces

***

If only she knew

If he still cared

She is so alone

Too much of the time

***

He stands at the door

Another day like the rest

“I love you”

And he’s gone


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – perfunctory

Forgotten

Spaced out

Lost in thoughts

Wishing for you

To remember me

In the zone

Day dreaming

Hoping that I

Will cross your mind

Disappointed

Crushed inside

Another day

Without a word

Devastated

Giving up

Forgotten again

As you live a new life


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – zone https://fivedotoh.com/2020/07/01/fowc-with-fandango-zone/

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Rich But Poor

Diamonds, rubies and emeralds

Silver, gold and platinum

Even crude oil

He spent his life chasing

Dreams of fame and fortune

Every year a new commodity

Something to tear from the earth

With an avarice appetite

He may have jewels and precious metals

But he will never have love

For anything other than money and power

And that makes him

The poorest man on earth


Written for Fandango One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – Avarice https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/17/fowc-with-fandango-avarice/

Love Again

No one is ever alone please call if you need help…

She sat in the corner of the bar.  The sign outside had said Gambit.  It made her think of the old X-men comic books of her youth.  She was way past her youth now though, but she needed a drink.

The same glass was in her hand that was there an hour ago after she first came in.  It was a salty dog.  She liked salty dogs; they were a drink introduced to her by her dad.  But he wasn’t here anymore.  Nor were a lot of other people.  Family members had died and friends had disappeared. She felt very alone.

She had come into the bar to find some courage.  Or maybe to talk herself down, she really wasn’t sure which it was.  She only knew she felt like she was at the end of her rope.  She was alone most of the time and it was taking a toll on her mentally.  She felt more and more useless and unwanted.  Today she felt like she might not just drive by that big tree on the corner.  Maybe she would take it on at top speed.

She was convinced no one cared anyway.  She was just a burden on society.  Not able to do her part to contribute.  Just a walking diseased body that was growing more and more unhinged.

Just then she got a text message.  It was simple and not convincing her of anything, but it made her feel a little less invisible.  It said, “Hey beautiful, how are you doing?” She knew he didn’t really need her anymore, but for that brief moment she felt wanted.  Maybe if she sweet talked him, he would again love her.  After all she still loved him.  And for once that day she felt she might make it through the night.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – gambit

Don’t Bite The Hand That Feeds You

You were down on your luck

I helped you up

I gave you food

Money and

A phone

In many ways I supported you

So I was taken by surprise

When you seemed to block me

From being a part of your life

You grew quiet

And distant

And always had an excuse

Finally I just felt like screaming

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you

You just might damage it forever

 

Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #19