Reality Has Been a Vicious Mistress

hebb swenton on Jul 28, 2009

Suppressing oneself to the point that functioning has become nearly impossible.

Living in a personally climate controlled world

Turned inward

Once listened too intently to criticism

Worried with and without cause

Worried to the point of illness

Hearing only danger

The chilling sound of bomb bells start off every morning

A morning in which one is trapped in an alcoholic haze

Drinking as if he has only five days to live

Babysitting a broken will

Once essayed a version of good action,

Yet that time feels like no time at all

Just another dream in a life in which there have been plenty

Reality has been a vicious mistress

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Crissy on Aug 23, 2009
Hey! This speaks to me in tones with which I can easily identify. You put into words what I FEEL; what I LIVE. I think a lot of people can identify with this, actually. Beautiful, wonderful poem, Hebb! Reality has been, and still is, a vicious mistress. You nailed it. Like Kathy Bates’ character in Misery or the rabbit killin’ lady (dammit I can’t remember her name!) in Fatal Attraction, reality is a damned if you do or don’t bitch. Thank you for turning me on to this piece! I love it!

Cris~

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