Half-life

Half-life

A Chapter by MachinaWriter
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The ninth poem in my compilation, A Tragic Story...

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It's four in the morning
The neon clock flashes its warning
Stop now!
But I'm having trouble forming
The strength
It breaks
Pop a few pills and I try to wait
For the bottle to sink-
-In with the bitter taste

My head spins- another aspirin
NyQuil- but I can't still
This ceaseless weakness
And I still feel

The rising pain, the memory
I push them back, no more clarity
I can't stand this place, don't stare at me
But I see your face, and I'm begging please
Just one more night...
Leave me be.

I turn to the night stand
The pain pills are scattered
Mixed around like my now shattered-
-mind- but it doesn't matter.
What does? What can?
The bottles half-empty,
I'm but half a man.


© 2012 MachinaWriter


Author's Note

MachinaWriter
In this part of my life I was at a breaking point. I didn't want to be doing the things I was anymore, but I didn't feel like I could stop. The pain of withdrawals and the memories and feelings of guilt kept me away from getting over it. It was right before a change in my life. Or the start of a change. I've posted this one before, but here it is in chronological order with the rest of my compilation A Tragic Story, which traces a line through my life.

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I have never been in someone's own personal Hell...These poems claw at the reader and drag you right in the web..

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MachinaWriter
MachinaWriter

Springfield, IL



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My original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..

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