NaPoWriMo

In honor of National Poetry Writing Month, here's a poem I wrote last night. It's a bit angsty. Sorry. I feel better about life today.And my family. :)

Fucking Dodge

For those nights when

Cutting your losses means

Bed at eight

When you force yourself to drink

Water instead of hard alcohol

Because anger and frustration are

Not reasons to drink

Sometimes admitting

Defeat when you’re ready to kill

Means saying nothing

And shutting the door behind you

Starting a load of laundry

To feel some sort of accomplishment

And giving into the desire to wallow

Because it’s time to

Get the fuck out of Dodge

But you’re stuck in

Fucking Dodge

For two more months

And you hate feeling this way

But you can’t help it

At least not tonight

When you’re cutting your losses

And hiding from the world

But especially your family

Fucking Dodge