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
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-pantry-is-now-open-59.html#more
Oh, man, that’s a dark place to be. So well described, Michael.
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A place from the past I have to bring forward once in a while. 21 days tomorrow with no cigarettes and I feel great!
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It seems we do have to revisit the past now and then, perhaps to remind ourselves we never want to go back.
I’m exceedingly happy that you have given up cigarettes–yay for you! xoxo
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21 daze today! “They” say we’re over the hump at day 21! Never going back!!
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kind sad, how are you?
keep smiling, you rock.
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I’m fine. Thanks for asking. Memories bubble up and I write about them. 21 days with no cigarettes tomorrow; proves every addiction can be overcome!
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How are you?
Welcome join us for week 6 short story slam fun,
Bless you..
Keep it up!
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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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Hopefully the ones we’ve hurt will see the new us! Trust is a terrible issue to lose.
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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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Even now as the sun rises I’m feeling chipper and very reluctant to fade to black.
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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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Thanks Andy! It feels great.
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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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Thanks! appreciate the comment and the visit.
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Bravo! I have kicked the cigarette habit many moons ago. 21 days, there’s no going back. Good on ya. : )
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Glad to hear it. I quit on Independence day and there isn’t anyway I’m going back.
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How terribly sad. But congrats on 21 days of freedom.
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The poem and the addictions had to be written about. Clean and serene over 3 years!
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Sad and touching….but cheers to you in kicking out that cig~
happy sunday ~
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Thanks Heaven!
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booguloo,
Very powerful and honest words. Great feeling of need.
Great self determination required.
Best wishes,
Eileen
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Thanks Eileen for commenting and visiting.
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Congratulations on breaking through the wall of addiction!
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Thanks Philip for the comment and the visit!
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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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Thanks Mary!
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Subtle, and gritty…cool poem B.
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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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Thanks “Geez” smile…
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Oh my. Felt like I was in that dream … trapped! So very well done, Michael.
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Thanks, Jamie; being trapped is what I felt when I wrote the piece.
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Oh those white line memories…
Good poem Michael.
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Thanks!
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