Thursday, March 22, 2007

long overdue

sometime in September 2006

Hurt ..
hurt ..
raw throbbing pain,
the last fragments of the old discipline,
were needed, to not allow that final link to break,
he cannot allow that ,
already too much has been lost, too much anger too much pain,
a sagging shoulder blade is pathetically quivering to rise,
pitiful .. how could it take all what was ever his energy stores just to gather his stray thoughts, only to indicate a status he already knows so well,
he was broken, torn and ripped in so many places that his acute senses could not keep track of where the pain stimuli was emerging from, all was a bloody haze, all signals to his brain were messed up, confused in a manner that was so much unlike the self he knew as his own, it was his worst nightmare, his worst expectation, the unthinkable all rolled into one, and it had happened..
but he was alive, as illogical as that state should have been,
he was still alive ...
faintly aware of that,
dangerously close to loosing what grip he had on what was left of himself,
but against all odds his life has not ended .

note: related to "imprint and a short story"

1 comment:

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