Why Did This Happen?

Why did this happen?
your truth,
my truth,
and then there's always
THE truth.

a frozen frame
is all that's left.
inside my mind
a re-occurring dream
that there is no escape from.
why did you have to go?

completely soul-less,
I awoke this morning.
the contents of the bottle
repressed the symptoms
of the devil
that I can't control.

I've lost.

I saw you and you were
on the winning team.
cheering I heard
from the other side.
sullen,
sulking,
I crawled back inside my bottle.
a genie in reverse.
my wishes already gone.
the first day of the rest of your life
has already started,
a few years ago.
and I'm still having
trouble looking at the sun
without wanting to cry.

----- by Jeremy Smyers

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