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Poem Details
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| Title: | 40 hours |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 5/10/2006 |
| Poem: |
Too many pills Follow too many tears. It’s a strange forty hours I think I’ve been here. Lying in bed My door and blinds are closed against life. I’m starting to wonder how many more dazed mornings and nights I’ll pass in this state. Glad I’ve been cognitively unaware Until now. Too fucked up to be realistically frightened. There are snippets of memories of things that might have interspersed my sleep. A hellish stomach ache. Throwing up everything I never ate. Standing only to fall. A shaking body. Numb legs. A scary racing heart that wouldn’t slow down (how fast can it go?) Trying not to pass out on the bathroom tiles Trying to pull myself together: Get up. Get dressed. Drink something. Eat. Go to work... Just fucking get up Only to pull one jumper sleeve over my arm And flop back on my bed In exhaustion. In relief And no longer wanting to get up. I think I’ll lie here some hours more Before trying to sit up again.... |