Tag Archives: Pain

Another Tomorrow Today

Senryu Forty Nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Live for another tomorrow

Lying about all the yesterdays

No time to confront your sorrow

When today is wasting away

 

Soon it will be today again

Try living in the moment now

Lying about yesterday’s a sin

And to worry about tomorrow

 

© 2015 Michael Yost 02/22

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A Blank Life

Meth Pipe

 

 

 

 

Tempted by an old addiction
A friend went over the top
Falling into his old routine
Now he’s unable to stop

Triggering deep seated issues
Feelings from so long ago
Getting high rather than crying
Going with the flow

What caused this aberration?
Bringing back the black hole
Stampeding over emotions
Smoke floating over the bowl

The blank in life surrounding
Only memories from the past
Keep coming to the forefront
Torturing tears of the harassed

© 2011 Michael Yost 10/01

 

Not Left Behind This Time

Left behind to play with himself
Finding a puzzle he might solve
All the other kids went ahead
When they seen him often they fled

He was a normal and quiet boy
Mother was poor not many toys
Father had left for some reason
Mother mumbled about treason

Left alone too while mother worked
She told him uptown a store clerk
Some boy’s drunken dad let it out
He saw his mom whoring about

Grew up stronger and tougher too
Came up alone fought quite a few
Signed up Marines a paradox
A dad for sad until the pine box

© 2011 Michael Yost 05/11

Mom Warned Me

Didn’t give you much of a chance
Nor did you hold up much of a stance
Being a single mother since I was less than one
And I being the only and youngest son

My salvation was your greatest concern
At eleven I gave my heart so I wouldn’t burn
Decades later I still know I’m saved
But you wouldn’t know it in how I behaved

You would suggest behavior in all that I did
Very few things did you ever forbid
Out of respect I followed most of the time
Never really caught when I did the crime

Next milestone was at the age of thirteen
The year I was no longer green
Lost innocence under the green porch light
She was twenty five and my mother was mostly right

Changed my life’s path for good and for sure
Some would say I was no longer pure
Could or would, knowing I couldn’t change a thing
Even going from a tenor to baritone when I sing

© 2011 Michael Yost 11/04

 

 

Playing Games

From the pit of my bowels I boil
Every breathe I take fuels the flame
Working hard to find my path through moil
With so many out there playing games

Your generosity only maims
Causing permanent pain with lame legs
Only some insiders took the blame
No matter what they plead or beg

The weird world waits for their last sentence

© 2015 Michael Yost 08/23

Temptation on the Trail

Over the edge hanging by four fingers

The pit of my being said let’s not linger

Adrenaline strength, but one finger was slipping

Salt in my eyes from the sweat that was dripping

 

Falling in slow motion my hand is grabbed tight

My feet start to slide as I fight for my life

Going down hard, rock’s cut open my knees

Then I stopped my slide when I grabbed a tree

 

He pulled me forward and I fell face down

Clutching the weeds, I was praising the ground

I thanked the stranger that saved me from dying

My tears mixed with sweat as I started crying

 

I finally get up and look down the dirt road

Thinking I’ll never stray and do as I’m told

No matter how tempting the sights may be

I’ll look down at my leg and the scar on my knee

 

© 2011 Michael Yost

Never Again Again

The pressure is familiar weighing heavily on my chest and feelings. Happening at least two times in the past. One left me flat on my back with tubes coming out of everywhere with various colors flowing. The second one was the worst place I’ve ever been.
Pushed again into the darkest area of my psyche. No hand or footholds to help me out and I started to cry uncontrollably for no real reason.
Then they came in like what spirits might do. I only guess of course but very different from the last time. Gaining control of my heaving they seemed not to see or hear me when I tried to introduce myself.
So I’m alone again falling deeper into myself without any hope of coming out of it. Now they’re translucent and disappearing. Losing track of time and days melting together with only one line left.

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/25