Huntington's Disease

wrote in class ; weird

 

          Waking on a sunny day

Renewing the cycle again                   

                    Upsetting the cycle again

Attempting to break the cycle

Climbing                   

Rising    

Accelerating         

Nearing the top                   

          Reaching for the sickle low in the sky

     Helping hand, grab a hold, touch the skies above

Fall                   

                    Slowing down, sliding down again

          Brought back down

By the cycle

 

          Cold again

Sunny still, but lively no longer

                    Hopeful no longer

          Heart pounding no longer

Numb

          Brought down again

     By the cycle

 

But no longer                   

Too long now    

I’m too familiar                   

     This road is too home

I know it too well                   

I can break this world and start anew                   

          I can break this cycle

 

And I will take the road I have not traveled by

And it will make all the difference

 

     Spark

Silhouette in the window

          Figure, posed

                    Hunched over a lighter

You view the dark side

          Of renewal

Let him breathe

  Let him smile

    Let him stumble

      Let him sleep

        Let him learn for himself

          That he cannot break the cycle

 

Breathing, wheezing                  

Coughing

Coughing

                                  Collapse

     Let the sickle slip away

To him it seems to rise

          But others see that it is still

               And he who slides

          Brought back down

     By the cycle

 

  a n d  i n  m y search

         i will outwalk t h e furthest city lights

    a n d find that i t  i s dark there a s well

 

Undeterred

     I rise again

          And face a new morning

     Blurry

          Cold

               Windswept

     Hostile to the pilgrim who must endure it for a while

 

Let me wander

  Let me tire

    Let me ache from hunger

      Let me miss my home

      Let me age

    Let me corrode

  Let me die upon the road

Let the cycle do its work

 

            deeper, farther, longer, wander

      still i rise again a t night

           a n d glimpse t h e sickle a n d  t h e stars a n d  t h e path beyond

       a n d still ! flow back down

                 t o where i came from

   where ! belong

 

     Deeper, deeper, wheezing breathing

          Dying as I try to climb the cycle

 

       i  a m acquainted with t h e night

           b u t  i cannot stay f 0 r l0ng

      t h e cl0ck’s hands grab hold

             a n d drag m e d0wn with them

 

Try again, rise again

Fall

 

     faster, slower, breathing

          in, out, in, out, in, in, in, out

 

& myles 2 go b4 i sleep

& myles 2 go b4 i sleep

Author's Note

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