Black Out Drunk (Fiction)

Tonight, I drank to oblivion

Where nothing is as it seems…

I realized when I sobered up

I pissed away my dreams.

Most men my age have given up,

Believing now, our dreams are dead…

My dreams apparently remained alive,

Soaking the entire double bed.

Stones

My parents gave my dog away

We moved to another town…

Again, a stranger in a new school,

Another year of feeling down.

Civil rights exploded,

Past decades apparently lied;

Then the 60’s music heroes

Overdosed and suddenly died.

Political assassinations…

The morality society lacked,

Burdened us with immoral stones

Threatening to break our backs.

We finished or dropped out of school,

Still moving ahead, mentally numb;

Visiting now in our sixties we ask,

Was any truth ever under our thumb?

Like Mr.Nobody

My mind sparks when I crawl in bed,

Recalling decades of fantasies…

They in turn mix and meld

Into my actual life’s realities.

I discovered both fact and fiction,

Played a part in making me who I am…

It was the dreams, real life and losses

That made me this solitary man.  

I am the added-up grand total,

Of every dream and battle fought…

Hoping to be that one guy,

Many people always sought.

Those I wanted, dreamed of,

Were the friends I seldom got…

I was the one whose very name,

And existence they noticed not.

Note: We all have some very unrealistic fantasies. 

Real life usually plays out the best.