MemoriesA Poem by John Stussy
Oh look what I have stumbled upon! It’s my old laboratory, Where I toyed with brainwaves And twisted laws to my will. An unholy play land I reveled in way back when. Let’s take a walk again down memory road To examine past moments, Savored and hated simultaneously. Here I enjoyed the mental manifestation Of a demon I fed and raised as my own, Gave it life with my hate And let loose the reins til it devoured me as well. I ripped myself from its stomach day after day, Repeating our sick tango of power. Where has the power gone from this one? Has this thing fled finally? Moving on was the means of survival, but not before… Talons dug within my brain And drug me limply to my own personal Hell, Where I delved into the false sciences Of the class Dementia 101. These were my tools, Here on this table. Music of darkness and misery, Thoughts leading to less sanity. Knives, rope, swords, razors, Sleeping-pill-and-vodka cocktails. Let’s take notes of my findings, great and small. Form it into words so others can see This self-inflicted deterioration into… No. This room is not me anymore, I am beyond this nightmare now. More going for me now Than I had back then, I didn’t have these chances, Didn’t know His love as I do now. Didn’t have the gift of a special friend. Now I stand tall, Light this match. Memories of torment I bid thee, adieu!
© 2009 John StussyAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on January 26, 2009 Last Updated on January 26, 2009 AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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