First Night, Detox
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** For all those who have been "there" and survived ... one day at-a-time. **
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(Journal ~ February 11, 2005)
Lonely??
The loneliness is beyond expression
The most monstrous variety of regretful solitude imaginable
THE moment, no thunder or lightning or crushing surf
Just a heavy, drifting, silent snow in the night
A hospital bed, my cell, but the prison inside ... terrifying
The frozen white fairies drift down through a triangle of street light
And all I can do is count them ... minutes-to-hours, hours-to-days
Paralyzed by the categorical certainty that I'm dying
Though I know with every fiber that I'm NOT, anxiety says otherwise
Makes me FEEL otherwise, to the point of terror
The arms of canvas jacket tied behind me matter not
For I can not move so much as my gaze
Focused on the hypnotic dance of flakes in lamp light
I've been here before, sadly, each time worse
Praying for the glow of morning and the smidgen of hope it carries
For the dream of this monster releasing its stranglehold
But this is day one ... of countless others
There is naught but the dark specter of it intensifying
And the horrifying knowledge that this is only ...
The beginning.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Going Deep Within An Emotion" Poetry Contest
Sheri Fresonke Harper, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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