A pang of disappointment
Lashes somewhere in my gut
Momentarily stunned
Perplexed
Off balance
And then reason returns
A heavy sigh escapes
Chapped lips
“Shit! I missed my appointment”
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The very ordinariness of life can be as opium to a disgusted and desolate man.
Drugged into spending endless days in a haze of useless and thankless tasks, only to find oneself yearning after the same--it becomes a self-propelling cycle.
One never breaks the cycle. One can't. The cycle sustains itself on the energy of its very existence, and its existence sustains itself on the dulling of one's senses.
The duller the senses, the deeper the haze, the harder the hit, the more mired one is in using and getting of the drug. In essence, one lives for the drug and to the drug.
It is a sacrifical life--given over to the god of ordinariness.
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I know now that I am a prisoner/
Caged by hopelessness and despair/
Chained by bitterness and depression/
Tortured by memories and sudden realizations/
Drifting between the sleep of life and death/
I sometimes wake from my dark slumber—startled to see more blackness/
For a brief moment I am fully cognizant of my plight/
Then, unable to sustain the struggle/
I lapse back into the never-ending sleep/
Hovering between life and death/
In those brief moment of consciousness I am acutely aware of the ominous darkness/
Enveloping me/
Lucidity alights momentarily—upon my shoulder/
Telling me of other worlds where the people dance and sing/
I can only bear it for a little while and then I must turn inward/
Away from the truth/
To the lies/
And as I drift into that now familiar ocean of numbness/
I am surprised by the saltiness of the tears/
That silently fall/
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Moonlight on the water/
And I am suffused with its subtle nuances/
Ripples break against one another/
Too hurried to stop for directions/
Breezes play among the leaves/
Now rushing now whispering/
Teasingly sweet/
Soft scents envelop/
Lilacs and roses perfume the air/
Drizzled honey scented memories/
Molasses slow drip through the chocolate flavored dreams/
Of yesteryear/
Water, wind, moon/
Bittersweet/
L’amour/
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