Cosi Celeste

Rookie (April 27,1957 / Ft. Worth, Texas)

It's A Whiskey Kind Of Life - Poem by Cosi Celeste

It never happens all at once.
It always happens painfully and slowly.
There are words not said,
and silences that scream in voids where love existed.
The day comes when you no longer want to know why,
it’s just another truth that cuts.
On the morning when reality crashes in you feel tears roll down your face and you don’t even care to wipe them away.
As the days slip by, the past is all that you think about.
You go to work...others talk to you,
but you don’t hear their words.
You drive around and all that matters is that the light just turned green.
Where you’re going doesn’t matter.
The days add up and weekends are the worse.
You try to find something to hold on to,
but it just breaks down.
You feign plans for the future,
and then watch them fall apart.
At night you sit on your new couch and think.
Your mind tortures your soul and then it laughs out loud.
It’s your confidant…it’s your worst enemy.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 25, 2011


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