they say that hell is crowded, yet,
when you’re in hell,
you always seem to be alone.
& you can’t tell anyone when you’re in hell
or they’ll think you’re crazy
& being crazy is being in hell
& being sane is hellish too.
those who escape hell, however,
never talk about it
& nothing much bothers them after that.
I mean, things like missing a meal,
going to jail, wrecking your car,
or even the idea of death itself.
when you ask them,
“how are things?”
they’ll always answer, “fine, just fine…”
once you’ve been to hell and back,
that’s enough
it’s the greatest satisfaction known to man.
once you’ve been to hell and back,
you don’t look behind you when the floor creaks
and the sun is always up at midnight
and things like the eyes of mice
or an abandoned tire in a vacant lot
can make you smile
once you’ve been to hell and back.
“Lost” by Charles Bukowski, from Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame
For RecoveryMaldives
You have captured so much of my life from what little things I’ve shared.
I love this so much, and it totally defines my experiences.
Thank you so much, it means a lot 🙂 🙂
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You are so welcome. Talking about Buk with you, I thought about this one and it just felt right. I’m glad you liked it. -c
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You have literally captured so much. It’s quite surprising, I din’t think I resonated this sort of vibe. 🙂
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I’m a bit of an empath. Freaks some people out, but usually it’s a good thing. 😉
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For a moment it did creep me out, I’ve to confess, but to a small extent; largely because there are lot of similarities between people who go through addiction.
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Reblogged this on recoverymaldives and commented:
“Lost” by Charles Bukowski, from Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame
Thanks a lot for creating this piece for me.
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It’s the getting back that’s the trick.
And the worthwhile part.
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That’s a fact Jack!
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