My Pain — Your Gain?

Last week, I posted a poem called Tomorrow which I wrote a long, long time ago. I was surprised how many hits it drew. Which, in turn, led me to a sudden realization. My pain is y’all’s gain. Thanks for that.

Rubber-necking jerks.

Anyway, since Tomorrow seemed to be of interest, I thought I’d share another one with you. I called it “Tomorrow” as well because it was nothing more than an expansion of the first “Tomorrow.” It’s quite lengthy, so instead of subjecting you to all of it, I only posted the first third.

It’s obviously directed at someone — in spite of the fact I knew all too well that I was the only person responsible for the troubling spot in which I found myself.

It’s so weird for me to read these words and remember that spot given how entirely different my life is now. But I’m also glad to be reminded. It’s nice to have perspective.

Tomorrow

Never alone, but always lonely.
Hanging out, but you don’t know me.
Getting rich, or so they told me.
A better life is what they owe me.

On the road. It’s what I do.
With nothing but my solitude.
Except, perhaps, my attitude.
That tells me I’m still mad at you.

You haven’t called in twenty days.
I got my cell on, just in case.
All this angst is just a waste.
It’s not you, but love I chase.

So I drink a shot to me by.
To make me laugh instead of cry.
Because it takes the pain away.
I don’t wanna change today.

-jco-

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John Cave Osborne is a writer whose work has appeared on such sites as DisneyBaby, Babble, YahooShine, TLC and the Huffington Post. He was also referenced by Jezebel one time, but he’s pretty sure they were making fun of him. He and his wife, Caroline, live with their five children and spastic dog in Knoxville, TN. Nothing annoys him more than joke-heavy bios written in the third person, with the possible exception of Corey Feldman.

  • Patrick (yeah, that one)

    -grin- Yeah, maybe we’re rubber-necking jerks, but what would you do without us? :-p If we left, you’d be writing more sad poetry about being bereft of companionship. :-p

    Another good piece. I understand a lot of the feelings in there, since I think very few of us have never felt the sadness that comes with the thought that we are unloved/unwanted by those we love, or at least think we love.

    Bonus: You’ve got Lovie and your home-grown backing band (mainly percussion and vocals) now. Hopefully this means you’ll never feel unloved ever again. :-) Frustrated, probably. But that’s a good trade off, isn’t it? :-)

    And you’ll have them, even if you get rid of us rubber-necking jerks. Jerk. :-p

  • Patrick (yeah, that one)

    -grin- Yeah, maybe we’re rubber-necking jerks, but what would you do without us? :-p If we left, you’d be writing more sad poetry about being bereft of companionship. :-p

    Another good piece. I understand a lot of the feelings in there, since I think very few of us have never felt the sadness that comes with the thought that we are unloved/unwanted by those we love, or at least think we love.

    Bonus: You’ve got Lovie and your home-grown backing band (mainly percussion and vocals) now. Hopefully this means you’ll never feel unloved ever again. :-) Frustrated, probably. But that’s a good trade off, isn’t it? :-)

    And you’ll have them, even if you get rid of us rubber-necking jerks. Jerk. :-p

  • Patrick (yeah, that one)

    -grin- Yeah, maybe we’re rubber-necking jerks, but what would you do without us? :-p If we left, you’d be writing more sad poetry about being bereft of companionship. :-p

    Another good piece. I understand a lot of the feelings in there, since I think very few of us have never felt the sadness that comes with the thought that we are unloved/unwanted by those we love, or at least think we love.

    Bonus: You’ve got Lovie and your home-grown backing band (mainly percussion and vocals) now. Hopefully this means you’ll never feel unloved ever again. :-) Frustrated, probably. But that’s a good trade off, isn’t it? :-)

    And you’ll have them, even if you get rid of us rubber-necking jerks. Jerk. :-p

  • http://wwwjackbenimble.blogspot.com/ Jack

    It’s not you, but love I chase.

    There is a lot of truth in those words.

  • http://wwwjackbenimble.blogspot.com/ Jack

    It’s not you, but love I chase.

    There is a lot of truth in those words.

  • http://wwwjackbenimble.blogspot.com/ Jack

    It’s not you, but love I chase.

    There is a lot of truth in those words.

  • http://www.fathermuskrat.com Muskrat

    Is this the B side of that song from Little Orphan Annie?

  • http://www.fathermuskrat.com Muskrat

    Is this the B side of that song from Little Orphan Annie?

  • http://www.fathermuskrat.com Muskrat

    Is this the B side of that song from Little Orphan Annie?

  • http://www.almightydad.com Keith Wilcox

    I totally can’t comprehend how some people can write such good poetry. I’m hardly and expert, but I read it out loud to myself, and I actually enjoyed it (shocking since I don’t really get most poetry unless it’s a Limerick). Very poignant, John.

  • http://www.almightydad.com Keith Wilcox

    I totally can’t comprehend how some people can write such good poetry. I’m hardly and expert, but I read it out loud to myself, and I actually enjoyed it (shocking since I don’t really get most poetry unless it’s a Limerick). Very poignant, John.

  • http://www.almightydad.com Keith Wilcox

    I totally can’t comprehend how some people can write such good poetry. I’m hardly and expert, but I read it out loud to myself, and I actually enjoyed it (shocking since I don’t really get most poetry unless it’s a Limerick). Very poignant, John.