I think I know what it feels like to...
Inability to sleep for
Another five hours, please
As if eyelids were stapled, pinned back to forehead
Too much time spent
Searching cracked ceiling paint
Like Alcoholics searching the bottom of bottles for
Solutions to why we struggle,
Struggling to fill
Week long days with
S O M E T H I N G
Other than endless moments of
N O T H I N G like
Man eclipsed by ground hog day.
That's what we call the daily repetitions in WAR
Go to work
Only I left out reactions to dangers of being here
But dangers of being here are not what plague our minds
Monotony broken by dangerous encounters freeing us for
Fleeting moments of change, from
Our real enemy...time
Becoming once again entangled repeating repetitions of
Free time spent trapped between
The desire to do something you like yet
Too tired to repeat doing what you love
So we lay congealed in
Month 12 in Iraq clanks by like
1976 Mustang hatch back in need of serious maintenance
And we begin to wonder if prison feels the same.
Daryl Horton is a Marine, poet, boxer from South Carolina.
Currently searching life and documenting experiences.
Stay tuned for more.
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