Me vs. Me

Just when it looks like

I'm making progress,

 

  I fumble

an hour and             start to         sp  lit 

                                                   (just like that)

 

and the other                                half

turns pretty                                      ugly

very fast. 

 

Then it's me vs.                          me

all weekend.

            

I want to sleep

away a bad day       

or distract myself

when the solitude's 

quiet gets too loud      but first,         

                                                     I must listen

                                                     to voices tear 

                                                     the skin on my face

                                                    to shreds;

                                                    I need to be reminded

                                                    of who I am

                                                   despite promotions. 

This is when it’s time 

For medication--anything

I can reach for

and after,

                                               it’s okay

                                              to be numb 

                                              to the voice

                                              in the room.

Well, it’s morning

and I thought it over.

I'm not as bad    

as the voices are

convincing.

 

                                        But this won't last 

                                        for long.

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Stu Buck

Sat 23rd Feb 2019 19:20

good use of white space paris and quality writing throughout.

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Fernwood Press

Thu 21st Feb 2019 23:53

I love your use of space to help get across your meaning.

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