The leaves on the maples,
in hues of orange and yellow,
stir up cliches
about halcyon days
when that final horizon
seemed so far away;
times when it was
unimaginable
that I would ever be
this fragile shell
of my former self;
the veil between
autumn and winter
ever so thin.
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Randy Baker
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts4 days ago in Longevity
Comments (6)
Gorgeous poem! 'stir up cliches about halcyon days' Is my favourite part.
Very nice✅
This one is going to be hard to beat! Well done, Randy!
Soulful words, well done.
Depressingly beautiful. So well done for such a quick turnaround!
"The veil between autumn and winter ever so thin" I feel that thin line very much