Relapse

1:13 am

That familiar urge is back

the uncontrollable itch,

like a baby yearning for his mothers sweet breast.

As seconds tick like hours 

the fire rips my sanity apart

though one thing remains unchanged.

Tick..

Tick..

Tick..

Tick..

These quite sounds are deafening

like the unheard screams of a broken heart,

but my heart is not broken. 

Nor is my voice,

yet this moment remains my solitary sanctum.

Tick.. 

Tick..

Tick..

Tick..

The clocks tick is like a tiny drip of water

falling to its demise from the faucet on which it hangs 

rinsed away with the rest of time. 

Into the darkness where lost souls hide.

Tick..

Tick..

Tick..

Tick..

That itch is back

clawing within my flesh

my mind.. and my sanity,

Tick..

Ti......

Time stops..

the air around me deathly quite,

this moment unchanging.

Life? 

.. What is life?

...Tick..

Tick..

The plangent pulse continues

those seconds that echo silent 

Tick..

Tick..

Tick..

Tick..

1:14 am 

Relapse.

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

An amazing write. Love the structure.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

you have penned this nightmare well........tick....tick.......tick......BAM!!!!!

[Sleeping Maiden]

Fantastic poem! very unique way on writing this. I love it. Great write! Nicely done. I love the imagery.

[Thea]

Great poem...Very well witten... :)))

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. I like the use of the clock. Your opening line were outstanding.
"That familiar urge is back
the uncontrollable itch,
like a baby yearning for his mothers sweet breast."
The poem got stronger and the ending was very good. Sometime one minute can be a lifetime. A outstanding poem.
Coyote