This page is a little differant folks. While it does include an original piece of work, it is also just a little of what's on my mind.
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I understand that things like this happen every day, but shouldn't they prepare you for the loneliness and feelings of emptiness that come with recovery.
Of this simple family of six, I am or was the only supporting income, and now we are left penniless and helpless, without a soul to help us survive.
The world is a cold and cruel place to live in in this day and age. A world where a mother, father and 4 young children can fade off the face off the earth from lack of a way to pay for the basic things needed in life to survive.
Things like electric, water, rent and even food, all covered before now seem so far away.
It's a one policy world we live in. You don't pay, you don't keep.
I'm sorry sir while we understand your situation, there is nothing we can do. If you can't pay your bill we'll have to turn you off.
J.C. Caito
06/1960 - 05/2003
And Beyond so it seems
It happened so suddenly, the tightness in my chest,
I'll just sit down, and get a little rest.
Dizzy and weak, numbness in my arm,
Oh my God, it's my heart, I just lost the farm.
I died that day in the hospital, and still they brought me back,
There was no bright light, only darkness and black.
No tunnel or pearly gates, not a soul to meet me,
My childrens crying faces, were all I could see.
Recovery at times is bleak, I feel so confined,
Unable to care for my family, and more things combined
The stress increased ten fold, nothing has improved,
Of providing for my family, I've been abruptly removed.
Then there's my friends, who no longer come by,
They don't even call, just to say hi.
So did I die and come back? or am I just dreaming that I did,
The continuation of happiness, for me seems forbid.
J.C. Caito