“i’ve seen the needle and the damage done

a little part of it in everyone

but every junkie’s like

the setting sun”

              neil young

the dvr is set

on automatic

 recording it without

a second thought…

it draws me in

while their recklessness

weighs my shoulders

to the ground

cold, hard boulders, heavy

with familiarity

set me in place

tense and clenching

my jaw…


i watch and hope

that rock bottom will

facilitate the change

for these television


sparks hit my airway

as i hold my breath

for their outcome…

 why torture myself

i wonder…

the connection is

from a hundred lifetimes ago…

i watch, as icy fingers

grab and squeeze

tiny floating remnants

stuck forever

in my heart..


what was lost

beneath our setting sun…

could anything have

been saved

or pulled from

our wreckage…

was enough hope


or faith

put in

or was walking away

after 365 second chances

the singular act

 of saving grace…


still, i watch

these stories

of strangers

waiting for them

to win these


dangerous rounds..

praying for it

like i never prayed

for the success of

the father

my daughters

lost …

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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1 Response to intervention

  1. sanskritoflove says:

    tense and powerful, well-crafted rhythm. smart choice, an epigram by way of neil young

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