Melancholia of The Drunk

I have not only seen, but also heard of folks whining about what hurts the most. I have seen grown men clutching onto the sleeves of their scrotums; ferociously frustrated, they’d want to obliterate their ball sacks. I have seen tears spewing from their eyes, stomach grumbling, veins vexing, as they punch on walls, then… Read more

Do you remember when he braced the darkness and looming insecurities, high at night, and made it to your doorstep? ’cause you weren’t feeling well. You were Lonely, scared and you couldn’t sleep. He wasn’t ready to let his baby girl feel dejected, so he came over and made sure you slept. Then left in… Read more

You could hurt him, and then smile about it. He always let you, ’cause your smile was all he ever needed to get through the pain. Your smile stupefied him. You were like a rat, that bites then eases away the pain. It really never mattered how he felt, for your happiness meant lots to… Read more

The only time that I got afraid in my life, was the time that I asked your mom to marry me. She never said yes. How could she. What reason did she have to chain her peaceful life to a wretched like me? There I knelt. On one knee. It was at the staircase to… Read more

I hurt easily. Because I’ve known dark times more than I do light. They be asking why. Why sad endings and happy beginnings. I tell them I don’t know. It’s who I am. I hide my laughter in my sadness. They say it’s normal. It’s my sad tales that give them muse. I promised to… Read more