Waking Coma

A glimpse into my battle with addiction, and the struggle I'm having with becoming a good man again.

Another day in a waking coma;
Thoughts clot like a mental hematoma.
My self-neglect and regret minuet,
While the lesson just lights a cigarette
And puffs with disinterest.

Author's Note

Been going through a lot of stuff in the life the past half year or so, including trying to end an addiction I had that nearly destroyed a significant part of my life. Currently 135 days clean.

Reviews

[Perdition]

Congrats on any struggle and any progress!! Your poem describes and personifies the person in front and behind the addiction and pains me to the marrow. I lost so many friends to this effing thing, and every single one of them was a loss unnecessary to me that was just suddenly taken, and with them went the sharing of so many memories. Horrific! I was lucky enough in the sense of having the want to strike out and search the wilderness and America while thumbs were still a form of transportation, so somehow, I was lucky, but your poetry takes me back to many, many headstones I visit in my mind, especially this single one that is harder than most. What a mind! A "cigarette-laden" soul of rage that lived his life like Bukowski did, only louder. Wow! Fourteen years gone and still it's yesterday. All of this in a few well-laid lines that paint the rendering of his personality out in front of this condition perfectly, Amazing!

[DoormanDan]

Thanks for reading, man, and for the congrats on my progress. It definitely feels liberating to be free, regardless of how hard it is to stay clean sometimes. I'm sorry to hear about your loss, and hope the years since have brought t you are least some form of solace.

Appreciate the comment :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is heavy...but shines a light upward.
Your wording has such rhythm...
The third line is so perfect in sound and meaning.
j.

[DoormanDan]

Thanks for reading. I was a bit in my box with this one (and a bit hung over at the time I wrote it haha).

The third line is my favorite piece of poetry I've ever written.