“sadness is like an addiction”
(a One-Line Poem response to “Escape”, by Tamyka Bell for Chalkboard)
(i should have taken note of you, the author of the brilliantly dark words of truth i have usurped as a title, but failed, so i apologize for not attributing you properly for your knowing art; please help me credit where credit is due)
slippery slopes, these
dark moments stretch into dark
i have always known
this darkness, a coldness that wraps me in its familiar embrace, the day-to-day rat race at once a panacea as much as it is another painful day in the meat grinder, a reminder that i dance on the edge of falling insanely while i grasp vainly at the things that (so they say) will bring joy while i dutifully employ cognition that should influence behavior, another savior that is supposed to spare me happiness in a bottle, a happiness that cannot throttle these feelings that always rise, though i try to prise myself from this cycle of guilt and shame, with no one to blame: always the same — i cannot find the switch to turn on the light, again, falling,
again, the falling:
always, down, deeper, the dark
sleep would be better.
This is a One-Line Poem response to “Escape”, by Tamyka Bell for Chalkboard
