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A Man Adrift - a Narrative Poem

Updated on April 14, 2012

Thoughts creep,

as time marches 

no salvation from the present 

tomorrow beacons, screams

much left to do

apathy rapt around the moment

night's embrace, fog's caress

Every sound is painful

Every thought a trial

The lights throw daggers through my soul

though no liquor gives reason for the ache

in my head

how droll!

I am in control

or shall I say that no one

my illusion is flawless to me

my freedom is pill-less

doctor-less, and guilt free

for which payment comes dearly

yet days like this are rife

praying for the morning

everything will be right

today I try not to curse

raise my fist and scream

I waller in the dark

where only my daemons can see.

Sympathy my friend would demand empathy

though contemplating such bewilders

as empathy would lead to ambivalence

they two make strange bedfellows.


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      Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

      You should try it some tome, it is highly theroputic.

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      Rasna Aisha 6 years ago from Manila, Philippines

      Hi jaggedfrost. I like you poem. I also love writing and reading poems. But unlike you, I have never written a poem while I am angry :)

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      Jaggedfrost 7 years ago

      Thank you muchly Doug. I appreciate the visit. I am glad you enjoyed it.

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      Doug Turner Jr. 7 years ago

      Very strong way with words. "The lights throw daggers through my soul" -- vivid and wrenching.

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      Jaggedfrost 7 years ago

      Why thank you School Girl and I wish you all the luck in the world in all your endeavors.

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      schoolgirlforreal 7 years ago

      wow. That's mighty stong of you. I am glad you don't suffer too much, if that's what you mean.

      It's sort of the same for me. Especially the more active I am, I feel better and better. Wish me luck making more friends in my "new" town, and self-motivating myself.

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      Jaggedfrost 7 years ago

      I am never in one frame of mind long enough to wallow in my sorrows and i avoid strong drink which would tend to make things worse or anything else of that nature. True, it is why I usually can remember these moods well enough to write them and perhaps i regret that at times but all is well now even if I am assured that it won't always be that way. Even so. On my worse days I try to remember that if I have a good cry or breath something like this out there is a good chance I won't feel that way tomorrow.

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      schoolgirlforreal 7 years ago

      wow, yeah, I often find comfort in writing my true feelings, some times I rip them up after, sometimes they stay in my journal or book, sometimes they end up here! But I can def relate, so it's good they ended up here :)

      How've you been lately? Everything ok at home? I'm ok. for now :)

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      Jaggedfrost 7 years ago

      Thanks for stopping by School Girl. I appreciate it. Yeah that is sort of what I was feeling. One of the other writers dared me to use free form expression to get out my feelings here. This is what I came up with.

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      schoolgirlforreal 7 years ago

      Good poem, I relate to how you feel awful (small word for excruciating feeling) at that moment and try to hang on for the next day when the feeling or mood subsides.