Poem: The New Story


There comes a time

when the violent voices

that knock

into your hungry head

and talk and talk

at the dark matter

which is not a matter of fact

Time stops in a sudden

car crashing

coup contrecoup

brain slamming

amnesia

Then

wake up

with light gulping pupils

seeing newborn truth

Little rapid breaths

tasting warm honest words

that swam inside

the cranial cradle

Sleep walking once

now

jammed into mind shattered morning

Good day

Stay in front

new blood rush noise

to fill the sound

of those wicked

tales told

Just walk forward

and up up up

 

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4 thoughts on “Poem: The New Story

  1. Looks like I will stay for now as I had productive and kind talks from some folks at work, friends and family members. Good points were made and I am trying to find positive ways to cope with my present situation. It seems the prudent thing to do…we’ll talk at some point.

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