Pieces of a man
Once, I was whole.
I was a provider. I loved, I laughed, and I cared.
Once, I was a man.
I go through the motions, as though blind.
My heart has grown numb.
Rash and foolish man.
I have forgotten what it means to love, to laugh, to care.
I look back at a time. A time long since past. I stand motionless for a while, then move on.
My direction is gone and my beliefs have been pried from my hands by a breeze. Passion is a stranger; my fire has died. My dreams are no more. Nothing is left of that which made me a man.
I “live” a “life” of routine. Each day as predictable and as insipid as the last.
I have one piece left that I clench.
It wont let me end the suffering. The pain that is seated deep in my core is kept fresh. Somehow, I must continue to pay for my sins.