It’s Just One More

Posted on April 15, 2011 | 15 Comments

Disassociation flutters in your brain
Suddenly you’re outside your main frame
Flow grabbing at one side or another
Gasping for any air soon to smother

Anxiety rips you at the very core
The raven screams out to you nevermore
Your balance is slipping the high wire walk
Looking around everyone of you gawk

Falling to one knee you swallow your heart
Grabbing your chest your breathe fighting to start
Raising your head with a guttural scream
Calm returning the tears begins to stream

One breathe, then two, you ascend a hand hold
Your hands to your face it’s sweating and cold
The worse is over senses returning
Light another cigarette not learning

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15 responses to “It’s Just One More”

Jingle | April 16, 2011 at 4:25 PM | Reply

perfect rhyming…
Glad to see you so productive.
🙂

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- booguloo | April 17, 2011 at 7:16 PM | Reply
  
  Thanks for your comments Ji. You are the busiest person I know!
  
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Life: Between the lines | April 17, 2011 at 7:05 PM | Reply

lol, wow! you took me on this journey of pain and then made me laugh lol
Indeed, we never learn 😦

http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/17/i-am-the-story/

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Jamie Dedes | April 17, 2011 at 7:15 PM | Reply

Rather intense and then we get to breath in the end. Nice work!

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- booguloo | April 17, 2011 at 7:28 PM | Reply
  
  An insidious disease and addiction.
  
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danroberson | April 17, 2011 at 8:28 PM | Reply

Lessons in life usually mean for someone else. Thanks for the reminder. Good poem!

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- booguloo | April 17, 2011 at 8:34 PM | Reply
  
  Not a good feeling. Glad you got something from it.
  
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Melissa | April 18, 2011 at 3:39 AM | Reply

Michael,

A utterly fantastic and descriptive poem. I was in the moment, my chest heaving, not being able to breathe. An addiction is always a roll of the gun’s chamber.

Great stuff!

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- booguloo | April 18, 2011 at 5:07 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks Melissa, Loved your blog!
  
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lunawitch15 | April 18, 2011 at 11:01 AM | Reply

a fanastic write yet again! i find your stuff full of emotion and powerful meanings!

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- booguloo | April 19, 2011 at 7:16 AM | Reply
  
  I blush.. Thanks for the comments and the visit.
  
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liv2write2day | April 18, 2011 at 3:26 PM | Reply

Oh jeez. You had me wondering what the heck was going on and then…it must be a horrible thing to go through. Well articulated, Michael.

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- booguloo | April 19, 2011 at 7:02 AM | Reply
  
  I did take my experience to the nth degree, and I did imagine the last part of it, but it was a scary experience nonetheless.
  
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Kay Salady | April 18, 2011 at 5:08 PM | Reply

We humans have no sense at all. Of that we have in common. Thank you!

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- booguloo | April 19, 2011 at 6:36 AM | Reply
  
  You’re welcome and thanks for the comment and the visit.
  
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