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Beaten Back
by Dan Linn
I had beaten back my desire,
memory floods fear and fire,
You tell me I am not wrong?
but it has played on for so long.
You awaken dragon thought,
now I breathe out smoke a lot,
inhaling scent in alcohol
coughing bloody lost control
Then you pushed mechanical
a button on me maniacal,
and I broke the governors,
on my baser darker natures.
All around me are the triggers
bows with arrows in the quivers,
I am gun and fully loaded.
ready now and unexploded.
You come in webs and tapestry,
on walls and architecturally,
I disrobe you statuesquely,
dribbling on myself grotesquely.
Still I hear the angels sing
every time I hear you coming
Then when sobbing sighs subside,
and at last when we divide
Memories simply fade too fast,
and when I see you again at last,
I will only want to recreate,
moments we can't conjugate.
Until with grace of unknown gods,
all else we know is all at odds,
I lay crying in your arms again,
friendly love of loving friend.
05/01/2012 Author's Note: Recovery sometimes needs a friend.
Posted on 05/31/2012
Copyright © 2025 Dan Linn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 05/31/12 at 12:16 PM Unconditional postitive regard for what and who we most truly are is one of two gifts-the other is time. Here you've captured both...you were made for joy, and have expresed it eloquently...thank you, lk |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/31/12 at 04:03 PM Beautiful poem. Yeah. Recovery needs a friend. The hardest lesson for me to learn was to befriend myself. Kind of hard when you had a *cough* peculiar upbringing. Keep writing, sweetie! This was wonderful. |
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