Struggle (1)
By heinzs
Struggle Hope struggles to hold a flickering spark in the dark recesses of my soul. O'erwhelmed by daily strife, grief emerges in the quiet of the night to stake its sovereign claim. I stave off sleep for self-protection but must, in the end, succumb to the unrelenting dreams. There, in the backroads of my mind, the daemons lurk. Their insane laughter strikes fear into my heart. Over and over, in endless regurgitation, the devastating images flash into focus. Forced to relive, in every painful detail, my darkest moments and nightmares. At last the dawn, and I stagger once more to blunted consciousness - unrested. I crave stimulants; caffeine, speed... anything to create that momentary euphoria. Then I crash and burn; alcohol, ganja... anything to numb my mind and keep the daemons at bay. These cycles will end in my untimely demise. My life I so spend - I cannot do otherwise. 2-10-2002 Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 02:47 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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