How Sardonic

to come down all the way

sometimes

all it takes is just one bad day

to change it all

every single thing about today

into a notion of tomorrow

as just another place

you do not want to go

to make it all just. . .

another place waiting

seething with memories

 dark and cold

 vile, repulsive

teeming with hatreds

 vicious and remorseless

 accusing, unrelenting

something feared to be remembered

long before you ever could forget

twisting all this 'now'

into just another 'place'

brimming with insanity

unbeholden to rationality

finding yourself trapped

purely in madness

finding only absurdity

as your emergency exit

away from expectations

away from all the hurt inside

but you can't delay tomorrow

anymore than you can save today

so you turn away

and wryly chuckle

thinking... just, one, bad, day

could be the only difference

how poetic...

how sardonic

that there's just, not that much difference

between the sinner and the saint

the patient and the doctor

between all the hell and all the heaven

Author's Note

Reviews

[KWP]

oh gosh it takes h=just one bad moment to shift the energies - I am good at that - but them my brain doesn't work in gaming up the next move - I speak and everyone knows exactly how I am feeling - Bam! Its out there, irretrievable and all :D

It is an interesting observation, a downward spiral of out of control emotions for no valid (in retrospect) reason at all. I may not have hit the mark on this one - but geez, this is spot on to where my head space is right about now!

[Davidgeo]

Don't fret, I didn't hit the mark with this one either. Usually I wait a day or two when I write drunk poetry. I tried to play editor while highly intoxicated and that's pretty much always a really horrible idea. Parts of this thing just don't make sense.

[John the Baptist]

If one is carrying around a lot of inner pain, it can indeed take only one bad day, or sometimes one bad moment, to cause a flood of negative memories to well up from the deeper layers of consciousness. The most extreme cases of this phenomenon occur in people with PTSD, who can be triggered back into the traumatic event by apparently mundane happenings. The above work seems to indicate a tendency toward depression, which itself can be a life threatening condition. Usually medication and therapy can bring relief, but the individual always has to be aware of stressors.

[Davidgeo]

You sound like a cliched buzzfeed article or poorly researched Wikipedia article. Where did you get your graduate degree? the internet.com?

[Davidgeo]

.... seriously. Where did you go for your graduate studies? I went to NIU in Dekalb, Illinois (majored in sociology for the BS with a minor in chemistry, social psychology for my MA ). If you are just another keyboard warrior pretending to be a scholar, please f**k off. Or if you are just another ancient social worker from the times when you didn't have to have a degree.... please f**k off with your cliched google searchable bullshit. People like you are the problem with social science in general... hack BS without any sense of academic rigor.

[Davidgeo]

By the way, as a professional mental health worker... even the slightest intimation of diagnosing someone with anything for any reason outside of a clinical environment is highly unethical. Did you forget that or, did you never internalize that incredible important concept?

[TL]

"finding yourself trapped
purely in madness
finding only absurdity
as your emergency exit
away from expectations
away from all the hurt inside"

really loved your whole piece, but these are definitely my favorite lines. the only way to get out of the madness, in a sense, is to create more.

[Davidgeo]

Kinda like a dream inside a dream. If you haven't already I think you would find great insight in the writings of a fellow named Carl Jung. Check out a book called "psychological types" by him, it's not his only or even best work but I think it's a perfect place to start.

[Dara]

"but you can't delay tomorrow
anymore than you can save today"
On bad days I usually just say to myself, "tomorrow is another day" but when the mind and spirit are being constantly tortured there is little consolation in that thought. Where does one find relief, a reprieve from the painful, hurtful memories that haunt? Perhaps putting them into writing helps to channel the emotion and even for a day, even moments, there one can find peace. Such a moving, poignant write this is.

[Davidgeo]

I think that I kinda butchered a really good idea with this one. Too many drinks were consumed last night and when that happens I tend to really fail in the editing process. There's a few good lines that made it through but in my head it was something better. Thanks for enjoying the good parts, I'll try and make the rest a little better over the next few days