Death Intertwined

Posted on July 23, 2011 | 34 Comments

The ebony wall pushing me from behind
The wall and my back are locked, intertwined
Heels almost dragged under as it goes
My gaunt eyes staring forward, froze

Ahead at the white line past my nose
I count on my fingers all my past woes
Shoulders pushed forward with my head hanging low
Cursing it’s not my fault, I’m predisposed

Awake in my apartment the line’s on the mirror
I take what’s there to make my mind clearer
The dream starts over being pushed from behind
My head and the white line are intertwined

© 2011 Michael Yost

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34 responses to “Death Intertwined”

  1. Bodhirose | July 23, 2011 at 6:49 PM | Reply

    Oh, man, that’s a dark place to be. So well described, Michael.

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  2. Jingle | July 23, 2011 at 8:18 PM | Reply

    kind sad, how are you?

    keep smiling, you rock.

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  3. Jingle | July 23, 2011 at 8:18 PM | Reply

    How are you?

    Welcome join us for week 6 short story slam fun,

    Bless you..

    Keep it up!

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  4. Sharp Little Pencil | July 23, 2011 at 9:59 PM | Reply

    Michael, been there, too. Never stopped to take a look at how stupid I looked in that mirror, with a dollar bill stuck up my nose like a bad party favor. And yes, there was a time when I thought THAT was where true clarity was… thank God we are both past it. And the time we squandered? Never comin’ back. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/07/22/after-all-abc-weds/

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  5. Broken Sparkles | July 23, 2011 at 11:14 PM | Reply

    I hope the new day will bring brighter thoughts and words! We all sometimes go into the darkness, but the dreams are our way back …

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  6. Andy | July 24, 2011 at 1:35 PM | Reply

    Hello Michael.
    Totally vivid!
    Congratulations on being “free” for 21 days. I wish you well on your new beginnings and hope your days will indeed be brighter.

    Thanks also for visiting me earlier. Appreciated it.

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  7. Wings over waters | July 24, 2011 at 2:07 PM | Reply

    Such a sad & dark poem, one that probably needed to be written…but so well done on 21 days! You star! 🙂

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  8. thingy | July 24, 2011 at 2:29 PM | Reply

    Bravo! I have kicked the cigarette habit many moons ago. 21 days, there’s no going back. Good on ya. : )

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  9. RJ Clarken | July 24, 2011 at 2:32 PM | Reply

    How terribly sad. But congrats on 21 days of freedom.

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  10. Heaven | July 24, 2011 at 2:35 PM | Reply

    Sad and touching….but cheers to you in kicking out that cig~

    happy sunday ~

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  11. Eileen O'Neill | July 24, 2011 at 3:33 PM | Reply

    booguloo,
    Very powerful and honest words. Great feeling of need.
    Great self determination required.
    Best wishes,
    Eileen

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  12. Philip Thrift | July 24, 2011 at 3:33 PM | Reply

    Congratulations on breaking through the wall of addiction!

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  13. Mary | July 24, 2011 at 3:44 PM | Reply

    Every journey begins with today. You can’t relieve the past, but you can change the future. Congrats on 21 days cigarette free. You have made a good start on THAT journey, Michael!

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  14. Poets United | July 25, 2011 at 4:44 AM | Reply

    Subtle, and gritty…cool poem B.

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  15. geezergirl1 | July 26, 2011 at 5:46 AM | Reply

    you go boy.. It is always a death when you’re letting go.. Gives room for something wonderful to take the place of it.
    peace out.

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  16. Jamie Dedes | July 26, 2011 at 4:18 PM | Reply

    Oh my. Felt like I was in that dream … trapped! So very well done, Michael.

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  17. TheMsLvh | July 26, 2011 at 5:38 PM | Reply

    Oh those white line memories…
    Good poem Michael.

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