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Published:January 6th, 2013 19:44 EST
Past and The Monster Within

Past and The Monster Within

By Ed Roberts

Two poems that go hand in hand

 

Past

 

Yesterday is in the past

There is nothing there

You can change

 

Those hours

Have already ticked on the clock

All that you have left of them

Are memories

 

The past can not hurt you

It has nothing to do

With today

Or tomorrow

It is merely a ghost

Something far too many

Are haunted by

Mostly on their own accord

 

It matters not

Who you were

What you did

Or what you used to have

 

These are items

All written on a turned page

In a book of life

A book

That is not finished

Until you have breathed

Your very last breath

 

In this moment

Right now

Your future lies ahead

Something unwritten

Limited only by your

Determination

Your will

Your imagination

And may simply depend

On whether you allow yourself

To exorcise this ghost

One that far too many cling to

 

The past

 

Ed Roberts 1/2/13

 

 

The Monster Within

 

Everyone has their own monster

That they must face in their lifetime

I have often been asked

To describe mine

 

Imagine slowly being strangled

Your vocal chords and esophagus

Slowly being crushed

All of the muscles in your neck

Slowly tightening

 

Imagine all of this

Slowly taking place

Over a period of five or six months

 

Now imagine

No one believes you

Your doctor at first

Thinks all of this

Is in your head

 

Imagine side effects of drugs you are given

Taking you from euphoria

To severe depression

In minutes

You going from being Superman

To down on your knees crying

And this happening

Several times a day

 

Imagine having to fight for your sanity

And knowing deep down

You are slowly losing this fight

 

Imagine your vision slowly fading

Your voice slowly disappearing

And finally

Having to crush up a single pill in applesauce

Because you can no longer swallow it whole

 

Imagine not being able to lie down

Because you can no longer breathe

Then having them strap you to a table

So they can do yet another CAT scan

 

Imagine finally being wheeled into an operating room

Not certain you will ever come out

Again

 

Now imagine

You have almost a photographic memory

And each and every one of these moments

That I have described here for you

Are always there waiting

Waiting for the moment

You allow yourself to remember

 

You asked me about my monster

 

This is but one of them

 

One that I have long ago

Learned to tame

 

Some of the hardest battles that we face

In this short lifetime of ours

Are often fought

Within

 

Ed Roberts 1/3/12