Run-on Nightmare

By Rachel

Dreaming of the future
in a present tense
wakes me crying screaming
pleading for the end

and I can't sleep when my heart beats
races pounds like this

twenty nine cigarettes
three Vicodin
half a bottle of NyQuil
weren't enough to let me rest
because

she is draining
drains faster than
my sink - clogged because I can't afford a plumber
on my near minimum wage job
40 hours a week
or my non-paying involuntary "care-giver" obligation - I watch her die
30 hours a week

adds up to 70 hours I can't be
with him as he slips through my fingers
guided by my pushing
and I'm losing him
and she's losing herself

and I'm just lost
because I'm afraid to go back to sleep.

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Published on Thursday, February 21, 2008. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Run-on Nightmare"

A former member wrote: "twenty nine cigarettes three Vicodin half a bottle of NyQuil weren't enough to let me rest" LOVE it.
A former member wrote: good write, i can sense what you were feeling in this poem. :)
On Wednesday, August 26, 2009, Blood Saga (78) wrote:

It's practically a song...
On Saturday, May 10, 2008, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

I feel you - I helped care for someone close to me in the past and it was draining, but ultimately, for me, it served as a tribute for all they had done for me. It will stay with you for a long time, but eventually it will become a more manageable memory.
On Thursday, March 27, 2008, carlosjackal (2787) wrote:

Presures of the modern life and its toll on a relationship. This had me absorbed. -Carl
On Friday, March 21, 2008, Revolting Theatre (31) wrote:

...good write.
On Sunday, March 16, 2008, freudian-slip (236) wrote:

*stomach knot* painfully good
On Thursday, February 21, 2008, Liz (265) wrote:

pobrecita
On Thursday, February 21, 2008, elisa (1595) wrote:

the perpetual sleeping treadmill ..... restless.. pointlessness. well said.