their attractive empty promises
Search/fight for "the real Paul" - Poem inspired of an old Poppy's Prompts
Sc r e w e d
without (hope)
Shots fired
oo o oo o
by life and vice
leave b l e e d i n g
bullet holes
o oo oo o
o o z i n g and s e e p i n g
*
as the lies I've told
good, bad, ugly
white, black, red
all stacked-up|against|me
*
one by one by one
like (Babushka dolls)
one by one by one
*
- 2 am -
wonder
if I'm "the real Paul"
or the fantastical version of myself?
*
Wonder
if I'm the screw-up
or the hard-done-by-saint (I'm not)
I (invented?) long ago?
*
When I b l e w seeds of doubt
into everyone's lungs
like seeds of dandelions
oo o o oo
one by one by one
)choking( them out
one by one by one
*
before they can remember
the other "me"
*
where is my hope for regrowth?
not in the pixels
not on the path of least resistance
*
facing demons and ignoring...
ignoring their attractive, empty promises
*
Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Another unpublished cast-off from one of Poppy's Prompts from a few months ago. The subject matter is something that is at the forefront of my mind right now as I am finally trying to work on my problems rather than just staying clean. Anyway. Ta-da.
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Paul Stewart
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