He told me .
"Man the problem is your just much better at this everyone else."
The kid didn't understand the sacrifice I made getting to this point .
And I prayed he never would.
This was a hollow existence filled with jealous fools and false hopes.
Empty nights and enough vices to kill even the strongest man.
He admired my page and I admired his promise for something else .
I was bound for the crash.
Strapped in for certain destruction .
To be great at anything means to be alone amongst many .
I would take happiness over accolades any day of the week .
A life seemed far better than a legacy .
I rolled the dice .
And in secrets and shadows often confessed my regret.
Now I sit atop a mountain .
A fools king with the loneliest view .
John Patrick Robbins
Is the Editor-in-chief of The Rye Whiskey Review , Under The Bleachers, Drinkers Only and The Angel's Share Magazine.
His work has appread in.
The San Pedro River Review , The San Antonio Review, Piker Press , Ariel Chart , As It Ought To Be Magazine , Oddball Magazine , The Blue Nib , Punk Noir Magazine .
He is also the author of Sex Drugs & Poetry from Whiskey City Press and Once Upon A Nervous Breakdown from Soma Publishing.
His work is always unfiltered.
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