Monday, May 11, 2020

Rest Stop Reflection. By John Patrick Robbins


Tonight I felt guilt in the fact I did for once not miss you.

You were not fueling my tears and you were no longer a distant companion upon another binge .

I now looked forward to the silence .
I knew it was over .

And my demise was happily placed upon my own shoulders .

Maybe my thoughts had finally died with the past.
Maybe a sunset said only a goodbye until tomorrow's light .

I love you as a moment I cannot erase .

But now my chapters came to a close .

And another will have to spend long hours filling blank pages .
In an attempt to discover what has taken me forty two years to finally understand .

I was never lost without you .
I was simply lost to myself .

I finally found someone that truly understands all my fucked up ways .

I searched many a year for this person.

And as I stared at my reflection I had to think.

"Wow you really need a shave you rugged bastard."

I am truly all heart except for the rest of me .







John Patrick Robbins, is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review, The Black Shamrock Magazine, Drinkers Only and The Abyss.


His work has been published in . San Pedro River Review, San Antonio Review, Punk Noir Magazine, Sacred Chickens, Blognostics , Heroin Love Songs, Piker Press.


He is also the author of Sex Drugs & Poetry and If Walls Could Speak Mine Would Blush.


His work is always unfiltered.

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