a few brushes with death By J.J. Campbell

nights alone

thinking of all 

the lost loves

how i wish they 

could see me now

mature, serious

what they wanted 

me to be in my 

twenties

it takes a few brushes 

with death to get down 

to the real shit of life

so, i’m done pissing 

away chances

done building 

the wall

of course, my luck 

dictates no one else 

will ever come 

knocking on 

that door

but this old soul

still sees a few 

glimpses of hope

plus, all the bottles 

of alcohol have 

matured as well

so, i’m sure some 

lonely soul wouldn’t 

mind an evening 

drinking the good 

shit

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Asylum Floor, The Beatnik Cowboy and Misfit Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)