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grimly I stare into the center of an empty shell

that others have labeled unkindly as my recent past

it's the unknowing of what my future now holds that's

harder than any other form of endless hell

I'm caught up in a spiral of dIvided mortification

falling much too frantically and fast

it's like I'm running in the dark with nails in my head

down a narrow footed hall, I scream utterly aghast

and at the last possible minute I'm slammed all too quickly

into the coldest, wettest wall

battering my already bruised and bloody knees away from

my focused thoughts I quietly attempt to crawl

the horror isn't how I was treated by circumstance's

cruel and uncaring hand

but more so what I saw when I was able to once again

stand

a forgetfulness so torn and unhinged

like an over eater on an irrational rampage I

emotionally binge

devouring every last shred of memory I once possibly

possessed

I walked out of this cell of self and terror alive and

believe it or not I was no longer depressed

happiness seen to it that I could once again smile

and I have stood by truth now for ten full months

and steered soberly clear of that bottle

Denial!...............

(written Sept 10,1992 am)