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Mark's Poem Archive - 1. Birthday boy
Birthday boy fighting myself awake, the weight on my legs pinning me down,
Struggling away from the skeletal, grey figure standing over me,
Breathing in, trying to suck my chest away from the bony finger poking it,
My silent alarm clock was awakening me again,
“Four forty five!” I had slept for an hour, but with no peace,
As I fought back my past, A familiar blackness creeping up my body as flashes of the past appeared,
The weight lifted from my legs, followed by a snort by my head,
As my dog shook himself awake too, patting his head
“Morning boy,” Then wafting away a fluffy tail, as my cat awoke too,
Stretching his legs across my chest and claws sank in as he yawned, Turning my face to him,
“Morning baby boy,” lifting him from me,
A taste of whiskey on my breath, as I sat up and reached for my clothes to dress,
I wasn’t on a bed I was on my couch, pushed up to my desk,
The desk I had left but an hour before, now strewn with open books and paper,
Why did it matter that the data I collected meant nothing it kept me awake,
Going to the sink to make coffee and staring out at the pure white nothingness,
Nothing, there was nothing but a sparse line of trees on the horizon,
The blackness threatened to rise again, making me growl “not today,”
“Yes!” It’s my Eighteenth birthday, followed by “yeah right”,
Like it would be different from any other birthday, or Christmas?
No cards, no gifts not even a well wisher, it didn’t matter I lied,
Biting back the anger, as I slammed down my half empty cup,
Glancing up at the ceiling and the empty room above, the core of my pain,
“I said not today, leave me alone!” grabbing my coat and flat cap,
Then pushing my feet into ice cold boots, and picking up my shotgun,
Opening the door wide, and breathing in a lungful of pure air,
Looking down at my best friend gazing up at me, eyes bright coat gleaming,
Tail wagging madly, his tongue hung sideways from his mouth,
Grinning down at him, let’s go get us a birthday, rabbit,
Laughing as I watch him race down the already cleared path,
Barking with excitement not looking back, and calling after him,
“Wait for me you dope, it’s my birthday not yours.”
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