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DARYL HORTON
I think I know what it feels like to... Suffer from 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 Wake up Get dressed Eat chow Go to work Eat chow Shower Sleep Repeat all 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 Indecision as 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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