At a certain point
Ceasing habits become impossible.
Life's learning curve 
Is far too steep
To climb and 
Play catch up.
One soon discovers
Everyone's
Left them behind.
The party's over,
The pickings are non-existent.
Your womb aches
For the precious babe
She'd call 
Last Night's Mistake.
Your bed remains cold
When all you want is 
Someone to hold.
Your gifts
Go unnoticed
Or better yet
Unused.
You question 
All you've ever known,
Stuck with empty promises,
Half-assed reassurances
And heaps of the same
Trite, played out 
Memory or two.
Brakes break.
You can no longer
Remain boxed 
Into the
All consuming lonely
That has become you.
You plummet into
Your choice of pandemonium, 
Grateful for the escape.