Shades of discolored white
Mix on the horizon
Obscuring golden sun
Between ice and sky
For another gray day
Where my soul
Still beats on
And falls
Down the spiral
A little further
Every day
Towards the inevitable
Slowly dwindle?
Sudden and forceful?
End
What will cause
Life’s marble
To cease rolling
Along the golden tracks
And to be lost
In the dark recesses
Forever gone
Under the refrigerator
– James Dubeau
The blade is quick
Against flesh
Silver
Sharp
For once
Not dull
Chipped
Or muck covered
From tape residue
Like all those years ago
A quick slash
Red line follows
Not too deep
Just enough
To cause pain
Surfacing emotions
Tears
That don’t emerge
Without inflictions
A mark
Upon soul
And flesh
Everlasting
Until the scar
Imposed on the earth
Fades with time
– 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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