Catacomb
I remember happiness from
a distance
As I walk the catacomb of
emotions
Far away the sounds of
flappers and Tin Pan Alley
Nostalgia, the wreckage of
life, is no ally
Waves of breathless nausea
as if it were Judgment Day
Confused mind with palpitations
of panic; I’m evil’s prey
My war with myself, an
affliction without sympathy
Dare to declare this
unspoken reality, elicits no empathy
My lone walk of terror
with time not kind
Stranger’s eyes from dark superstition
and nothing to bind
Let the crashing music
fill my head to defend my mind
Pressure on my body, the
comfort of chronic sound
Only one wish that the
pain end and life begins
This marathon of
indisposition, run barefoot on stones
Stretch until there is no
reach left
To touch reality and warm
reason, my pathway to bright
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