Going GreatA Poem by tekphobikOne goes up, one goes down.
I had a dream once, a vision of terrible perfection
An apparition that felt like a grandmaster's endgame It overcame me with its simplicity, its complexity All the pieces had fallen into place, everything was I could see what always meant It started with a confession, a mind shattered truth There were soft words in a flurry of hushed whispers Like the snow falling that night I confided a misery Hard my life and my woman; hard my booze and my drugs A blind man in sea of white There would have been no end to my frantic disclosure Had my body been able to keep pace to a broken mind A dam had finally collapsed within the walking corpse But the waters hadn't the energy to keep on flowing There formed a lake instead It was a contract signed with naivety and compassion We believed it the foundation of a perfect coupling Negotiated currencies of an honesty and understanding Stay true on the inside even when the surface is lies What was within was for us You. I won't address you by any other term for fear; Stripped naked you decided that I needed someone by That I was a black bird with a broken wing to tend to So you dove in, and scooped me up with gentlest touch There was no more loneliness Time passed... Chess became checkers became a black reality TV show Snow became rain became a drought strangling crops Lake became pond became an arid and barren wasteland Promise became patience became resounding hopelessness My wing did heal though. Half a decade I've kept you as the eternal mistress Circling above, watching, waiting for your signal Supporting your needle driving poison deep in vein There should have been a moment when you reversed You just keep on sinking Straight and narrow for years, that's been my march I used to believe you'd hop on the wagon eventually We started out with a purpose, what we tried to touch One push harder, one pill more, another line written Torture ourselves great You can't see it anymore, but your brain's gone rot Rehab didn't stick to you like the nut house got to me Now I remember why I stayed with you for these years You were supposed to hurt me, you were another story I have something to write Goodbye. I'm going great, You're going gone. © 2012 tekphobikAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthortekphobikRed Deer, Alberta, CanadaAboutI live for the words. Artistry is taking pieces of your soul out and throwing them against a wall to make someone else feel something or experience some sort of insight. It's the only thing worth li.. more..Writing
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