The constant noise.
The sounds that
do not get filtered out.
It is insistent,
insidious.
My brain is full
and I can not understand
what this means.
The neural network
has broken down
and so I try to find
a calm place
and yet even there
I find they can reach me!
When your addiction
Leads you to staying up
Past your bedtime.
Your body aches
The older you get
The longer the hours played
And yet you can not
Resist the siren call
Of the board
Or the dice
Or the tokens
Or the cards
Or the fun
Of just solving puzzles.
The game is all you live for!
What will it look like?
Will the removal hurt?
I am scared!
They said it was minor
but living for weeks
with strips of cloth
across parts of my body
has become my world.
What will I do
if the pain is still there?
The worst would be
if I scarred!
Do not hit them against a pool edge.
They will hurt for weeks and weeks
and make sitting very uncomfortable.
Or maybe it is just because I’m old
that my posture is finally folding down.
Nah, It’s the tailbone.
I’m sure of it!
Emotions
Overwhelming
Fear
Despair
Uncertainty
Anxiety
Kicks in
Yet
Crying
would
Help
It
Just
Won’t
Come
Feeling
Lost
People argue which animal is better.
Dogs versus cats.
Lizards and snakes can be affectionate too.
Yet the one thing they agree on
is hate is only found in one creature.
Humans.
We are superior in every way
including our ability to destroy someone
out of spite.
But that ability does not define us.
We are capable of so much more!
Fight the hate
and love the love
no matter where you see it!
All the good boys and girls
as happy wagging tails can be!
Sunshine was out
the friends to sniff
and the places to pee!
The barks as they run
and a happy day
as we played in the sun!
The sketch pad is open
The pencils are sharpened
The motivation is there
but the idea is missing
why can’t I start?
Sigh,
the sketch pad is closed
and maybe tomorrow
my muse will return.
To see others afflicted with the same disease
you suffer from
not only validates your struggles
but makes you realize
you need to help them
just as someone helped you
in your desperate time of need.
Not all will accept the help
but a few may need it
and welcome the fellow afflicted
whose struggles are the same
and different
at the same time!
To be grateful
is a hard path to choose
sometimes.
You want to be a better person
but
life’s previous choices
come back to remind you
of the trauma
and pain
and fear
you experienced
and now
even though
you are stronger
it still hurts.
Saturn's Premier Poet 