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Sara Ribar Poem
I’ve lost it. I’m exhausted.
I can’t handle another day of these
Auditory hallucinations. Doors creaking
Open Voices carrying around basins.
These days with no sleep
are starting to
Become costly,
to my overall health.
Wait, do I need help?
Hold up!
Grab a wrench!
grab your tool belt!
We’ve got to get this girl back to
Stellar mental health !
Wait, I’m not a machine?
I said to myself
They said it’s okay ma’am
We’re trained in these sorts
Of matters better than anybody else
Feeling stressed you say, take a shot
Of vodka while we take a look at you
Right away
A little elbow grease and your brain
Won’t be on its knees anymore
You’ll be back on your feet in no time
Miss, we can’t miss with our new
And improved stationery kits.
Just relax and you’ll improve
It’s not like you’re the only one
Going through this.
Copyright © Sara Ribar | Year Posted 2010
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Sara Ribar Poem
Tonight I thought I shook off a roach. Swore I felt it approach. Imagined it crawling down
my throat. My Dad came out from the den and asked What’s Wrong? I said, Nothing, I’m fine
when I still felt bits of dead roach nesting in my spine. That’s Divine.
I feel the Holy Spirit in me tonight. Jesus Christ! I must have done right! Don’t come
near me, I’m contaminated, clearly. Oh, God, need me! So that the sky doesn’t turn black
every time I look up to seek your advice. My chips are stacked, I’ve got them wracked.
Roll the dice six six six every time. On my Dime. I think I may have crossed the line.
Maybe I’m sick. Maybe I’m not hip to this.
Maybe I just need to settle down. Take a breath. Take a pill. Sit real still. Stare until
I become comatose blare my music so loud that my eyes become brazen and I can’t hear what
you’re saying.
Do roaches bite? I wonder at night. As I hide beneath the covers that used to shield us
from one another. Protect us from the evils in this world, bring no harm to little girls.
Now they just cover up old condoms and dirty food crumbs.
Numb. Numb. Numb. Can’t move. Limbs feel numb, limbs feel wrung, limbs feel slung,
stammering and slurring like grandma after her stroke.
This is a joke. The world’s a joke. We’re a joke.
Then why aren’t we laughing? Why aren’t we guffawing until our paws fall off, our mittens
become smitten and we cough up our dirty lungs with joy.
Oh boy, here I go again. If this is a joke why aren’t we laughing? Why aren’t we guffawing
until our paws fall off, our mittens become smitten and we cough up our dirty lungs with joy.
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Sara Ribar Poem
If you wondered what smelled like a dead body
It was me
Because I haven’t showered in weeks
And I am weak in the knees
And I am slowly feeling absolute atrophy
As opposed to absolute apathy
Please don’t be mean I haven’t got it in me
To reciprocate your demands I am waving
My hands
My white flag erect and begging
For you to spare my dignity
I haven’t got it in me
To fight back
Or react to your attack
Laugh if you want or taunt
I’m not going to flaunt my defeat
I’m off my feet
Laying clearly for you to kick me
I give up trying to beat your negativity
You’ll one day say to me
You were right honey
Maybe I should have been more happy
But why does an evil heart
Attach itself to a sad one
The parasite leeches on for
Another fun run
While its host just slowly
Starts to disintegrate
The parasite gets its kicks
From poisoned bone marrow and
A Weakened immune system
Or worn out friendships and
A longing for the past
Just remember, I’ll never fight back.
And Thy God shall forgive
Them because they know
Not what they do.
I truly and honestly believe
That this wholly applies
To you.
Copyright © Sara Ribar | Year Posted 2010
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