Going through
Some old shit
Written long ago
Memories immemorial
Bubbled up
Intertwined with words
Upon the page
Thoughts
Feelings
Emotions
Had been rampaging through
My head
Dragged to the surface
By that little demon
Who resides
In the darkest recesses
Had emerged
When I last touched
These passages
And some of the fears
The demon surfaced
For my characters
About their future
Came true
For me
– James Dubeau
Fallen temperatures
Had started freezing
The obstinate lake
Fragile icy ring
Around the shore
Center waves
Refuse to be silenced
Delirious
From drink
From drugs
And all I do
You stepped out
Onto the ice
Not feeling
Cracks
Beneath your feet
You tried to move
But didn’t know
Where to go
Before the ice
Gave
Way
A few seconds
Cold
Shock
Trauma
More than enough
In your state
Frightening
Terrifying
Once beautiful night
Sparkling stars
And moon above
Dimmed
To darkness
As the delirium
The pain
The agony
Of it all
Slowed
To an
End
– James Dubeau
One more day
Out on a walk
Outside
In the cold
Ten degrees
Feels like negative two
Stretch the legs
And the mind
A chance to get out
Of the granite tower
And unlock the cage
On my mind
For a chance
At freedom
– James Dubeau
Old thoughts
And feelings
Are flooding back
While fleshing out lives
Inhabiting the pages
Living novel lives
Dark thoughts
Bourbon
Codeine
Razorblades
That still reside
Somewhere deep
In my soul
– James Dubeau
I can’t
I won’t
I don’t
Even know why
I just sit there
Unable to focus
Unable to work
Unable to complete the tasks
Laid out before me
I’m broken
Unable to can
Just floating
Through the day
Hoping to get by
Without any extra
Drain upon my soul
Diminishing the light
Further
Than
Ever
Before
– James Dubeau
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