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The Eclectic Pen - The little epic of my life

By: Michael A. (cicadasounds)   + 2 more  
Date Submitted: 9/28/2008
Last Updated: 9/29/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 233
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The television drawls, one long blur All I can do is click and click and click Nothing is allowed to penetrate the grey, And the fuzz that envelopes my brain. My focus moves from screen To the still cold bottle Sitting on the table in front of me Moisture rolling off the label, Sweat rolling off my cheek. It all tastes the same to me now Stout, ale, pilsner, lite, lambric All just a sour reminder That all I really notice Is the temperature As it rolls down my throat I open and close my hands Watching the lines that appear And disappear on my knuckles The effort exhausts me And I move my hands down, Out of sight, out of mind I notice a painful hum Growing in the back of my head The ghosts of family, friends, creativity, responsibility Pushing to make it through The beer soaked cotton wadding That constitutes my mind. I raise the beer to my suckling lips Drinking until the noise is droned out. My eyes are too heavy, The fight to keep them open, Lost with the last bottle. I hope to sleep through the night. My paper thin eyelids feel light. The room is glowing, orange and yellow. The sunset is coming from the North today, And it was dark when I last noticed. The neighbor kids are having a fire. It looks like a doghouse. They dance around barking, laughing, Calling out the names Of all their childhood pets. The blaze is blinding, and my eyes tear up. I sigh and wonder aloud, Why it’s always so bright Just before it becomes so dark.

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