A dark free form poem written on Ninety Minutes of sleep in the last 24 hours |
The night is broken by her call Two AM contacts rarely pleasurable My cell sings its' sad download again Her voice filled with pain and loneliness, Hopelessness her real companion I ask where she is She replies, she does not know On the road to nowhere again I surmise with no pleasure She is more hopeless than she realizes I hear the mans' voice in the car I ask who might it be I do not know, she replies I am afraid for her more than she Another decision made by her master How can that be, I ask I don't know, she answers Thoughts of Mr. Goodbar Fill my troubled head Images of loss pervade The danger of her condition is real It takes her places that we should not go Places us with people we do not want to know It is her reality, this sinking ship she has become Listing badly to her starboard side, awash in the waves She has taken a drink Now the drink has taken her Can the jumping off point be far away The fear grips me and holds me I know this tiger for I have ridden his tail Good sense is tossed away like the baby's bath Sound judgment drowned in a sea of confusion Danger real and present to anyone of proper mind Oblivion her companion laughing loudly at her The dilemma fraught with sublime thoughts She has been there before Alone with someone Hoping that he take her life Because she cannot The difficulty solved by proxy This way frees her of the deed And the complications and questions That would certainly follow Hardly a new thought for anyone Just an easier, less messy way The remaining would comfort each other Believing that it was someone else It's easier to hate them for what they have done Than to love her for what she could not do She likes it nice and tidy that way |