Facing My Fears

Wasn’t as fun

as getting drunk, and being crazy

telling everyone, what I thought of them,

quitting my job, and smashing my car,

going off on a lark, while painting the town red


Facing the wife,

hungover,  painfully sober with splitting headache

without any friends,

or a job, or a car

grounded, with paint on my best shoes


and the fear growing  in me, as my eyes grew

less red…..


and she grew more clear….


Author: notthedane56

Blogging seems to have changed other people's opinion about me. Never would they have thought that I would take such a step to reveal my innermost thoughts in that way, but then not everyone is strong enough to understand such brilliant madness?

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