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Bottoming Out

by Chris Sorrenti

wasted days of layered frustration
anger clouds my head
but who do I point the gun of blame at?
obviously, no one but myself

what once was an understood culture
now foreign as outer space
whilst pinions of newfound reason
converge as never before
much as I care not to admit it
how did I get so far from the truth?

loved ones, friends and work mates
seen the illness all along
but also, that only I
could reinvent my own wheel
as all the lies fabricated
to hide me from myself
fall heavily to the surrounding void

back at the starting gate
I burst from so hastily
in a not so distant youth

© 1989
Revised © 2018

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Posted on 06/18/2018
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/19/18 at 11:14 AM

Your piercing honesty almost takes my breath away. To say I can relate is an understatement. I find myself even today - this very day - back "at the starting gate" as I fight the tides that threaten to again pull me under. It seems I still point the gun at my own head and heart but your poem reminds me of the redemption that is at hand... just like the kingdom of God... I like reading your poems from years ago. It is as if you give us little glimpses into your biography, your own journey over time. I am having a somewhat similar experience as I put together my new website. In fact, you and your revealed journey here on pathetic.org often inspire me on ways to approach the task of presenting my poetry on my site. Thanks to you for the anchor you drop here on these pages and in our friendship. I sometimes fantasize about visiting Ottawa, but I know it is just that, a fantasy. Maybe it is better to meet you here anyway. Thanks buddy. BTW John Herzog's latest might seem relevant to you.

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