Escapism

An old reflection on a darker time.

I am neutered from my lust for life.

Out of the shadows my nightmares appear,

the ghost of a former me sambaing in front of a mirror.

Whispers emit from the air conditioner:

"You are worthless" the machine hisses.

The insult steeps poison into my blood stream,

co-mingling with liquor I hoped would curtail loneliness.

Lost, I inhabit a haze of dreams and screens.

When I manage to fall asleep,

it is to a sunrise lullaby with a chirruping choir.

Mid-day, an ethereal gray curtain drapes over my eyes,

and I transfix the pain into my maturing brain to heal

my broken heart and broken mind.

Author's Note

This is something I have not had the chance to workshop yet. It's supposed to be part of a whole collection of other prose that involve the heart and mind. It's the end cap to that chapter.

Reviews

[Reese P. Holmes]

This is something I can relate to. I think a lot of people have been through this kind of moment. The wordplay is really fun and balances out the subject very well. The imagery is appropriate to the subject and adds to it significantly.

[Jack...]

This is so very deep and so very cool. I can feel this sadness as if it is flowing from the keyboard as i type this review into my unexpecting body. This things is drenched with despair...very well done.

[Carmen Morgan]

Thank you Jack!

[Alex Ryder]

I really like this poem- especially the imagery of everything around you whispering to you how useless and broken and stupid you are. I feel your pain- but remember: A stupid person wouldn't be able to write something like this.

[Carmen Morgan]

Thank you Alex for taking your time to review.

[Alex Ryder]

No problem :)