Left to Fail

Left to Fail

Left to Fall inside the Grave Life dug for me.

Screaming for help. Begging for assistance. She remains ignored and abandoned.

Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps yell the Memers, Life coaches and Positivity Pimps. They well knowing that you don’t even have shoes much less laces or straps for pulling. The Positivity Pimps refuse to lend a helping hand. Instead mockingly flinging useless memes and affirmations at you while you sit without sustenance at the bottom of the well.

Soon the Positivity Pimps will pour water into the well call it rope and gleefully watch you drown.

Awkward Twisting Moments in Time

Happiness Engineers take pot shots at ones immobilized being.

Welcome to the Brain Clean Sewer Service System!

Ask for rain and get drought.

Freshly pressed corpses run along the Necropolis racetrack. Carefully Controlled Decay keeps them moving.

Every day is International Panic Day.

One must regress into a Trance state for protection from incineration.

Hideous sounds penetrating fragile flesh. Birds covered in strange smelling ointment peck there way into each individual pore.

Existence is like an ill fitting suit of clothes. Clothing that no longer fits and extremely uncomfortable.


Souls wandering among the tombstones. No rest allowed. Not even rest in the Grave.


23 thoughts on “Left to Fail

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    1. This is my truth every day. No matter how many affirmations I say or prayers I can’t avoid reality. I also might leave WordPress because my account has been hacked. Gradually I will move onto other platforms like Google, Instagram and Twitter. Also Linked in. Sometimes I have some good days but slowly those days are few and far in between.

      1. You know I always hold you in light and pray for the day that things turn around for you. Hope Stephen is well and that you get to spend time doing something fun!
        Blessings ❤

      2. Last time I was able to see Stephen was in May. Sadly due to circumstances beyond my control I won’t get to spend time with him this summer. I truly wish things were different. I do miss my brother Stephen but I can’t change reality.

      3. Thanks. I started painting to help me deal with the emotional and physical pain of a previous accident. Collaging I did before the accident. The only time I ever forget that I’m in pain is while I’m creating. Still I often pause for painkillers but my artwork helps me deal with a permanent condition.

      4. I saw Stephen in May for his birthday. Unless I get a miracle I won’t be seeing him this summer. I don’t drive. I can’t get anyone to drive me where he lives. There’s no public transportation out there. So we’re separated.

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