the image is burned into my very core,
every where I look I see it
when people talk I think of it
when I'm alone i long for it,
I play with fantasy of it during the day
intelligence is no match for the emotion
the computer screen shows it to me,
and blurs the spreadsheet that I am working on.
then for a moment, brief though it is, I get relief
I can think again, I can see the bright blue skies
I feel the loving hug from my family
and I feel regret and guilt
and it starts to come into view,
I try not to look at it
and I feel frustration and fear
and waves of hopelessness pound me
and it starts to call my name
and I try not to hear it
and I try to remember the love of my family
and I try to remember the happy times without it
but again everywhere I look I see it
there are no words to explain it
its image is burned into my core.
To me transcendence comes out of your experience. You see the futility of something and the addiction drops.
ReplyDelete6:30 pm made me chuckle. very clever.
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