Train Hopping Grainer
Somewhere in Louisiana

The Emotional Nihilist – Prose Poetry

He walks alone;

Drowning in himself;

His incompetence

His sorrows

His fears

All clouding his mind…

His choices

An emotional nihilist

Seeking hedonistic pleasures…

With a tip of the bottle

A pop of a pill

A flick of a flame

Addiction never surfaces as a consequence…

It’s a release

Sending the pain below

But it always floats back to the surface…

The soft lulling ripples

Turn to intense waves

And the monsoon repeats itself

Much like Mother Nature

It’s unpredictable…

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  1. It’s funny how that works. When I’m on the move for a long period of time I don’t notice it. But, once I stop and settle for a bit, those depressed feelings always find a way back to me. I am seeking a path away from sorrow, but it seems no matter how far I go, it follows me like my shadow.

  2. I surprised myself reading back through my “road adventures” how many of them ended in a depressed voice. I was seeking a path away from sorrow.