Attic Musings
one
morning
I’ll awake from
this surreal nightmare
I hold my breath
I live in
fear
memory’s
flipside is a
hellish curse
I wish I could erase
dismiss the persecutions
cruel injustices
systematic
strikes
most
utterly liberating
it would so be to crush and
disintegrate persistent debilitating
memories in order to lead
a life craving to be
free
bad
things happen
every day
our experiences
shared and yet diverse
sometimes even the most tragic
in the grander scheme of things
we’re the same and
yet unique
we still choose
life
when we stop and think about it
categorically we fall into
an array of statistics
one day I hope to
choose not to
stagnate
there
in
an attic
I wait for life
to pick up where
it suddenly
left off
~
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 18, 2020 for contest DELIRIUM sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 5TH
Earlier version submitted on January 7, 2019 for contest 2019 POETRY MARATHON MILE 10 sponsored by MARK TONEY
Originally posted on March 28, 2018
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