Hurry Tommorrow

A poem by
   Joel A. Harnden
   February 1989

At the time when I took it,
They told me that I would feel better than fine.
That if I reached out my hand
The sky would part, and the whole world would be mine.
That if there was a problem,
It would fade away, deep into the darkness.
That my depresion would cease
And peace would replace the power of pains' grip.
But, the trip would'nt last long.
After time passed, and then tomorrow arrived,
My life's sorrow would return.

but now the sky has dropped
the world is moving away faster,
farther I try to stop it, grab it, hold it,
but it's moving too fast is that sunshine
or is it rain? It's hard to
tell when you're in
a room
without windows I'm moving, crashing,
dashing, racing, chasing, burning, turning,
speading, pleading with my
mind to stop! but I haven't moved
I can't move
I'm being held tight by a grip too strong,
too tight
It's holding me, grabbing me,
crushing me as the floor falls out
from under me
melting colors surround and
have me turning around spinning
endlessly I spin
as I try to defend myself from the monserous beast
within me that feasts
on the sanity it steals from me
now there's a new feeling I feel it's real
it's powerful it's fear
fear of the pain
i've brought upon myself fear of what's to come
the fear will never end
but only increase as
I begin to breath my last breath
HURRY TOMORROW!

© 1997
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