Poetry: 1 Poem by Elizabeth Ruth Deyro

Poetry: 1 Poem by Elizabeth Ruth Deyro

a prayer for the soulless

only when you stay awake late enough can you hear
the sound of daybreak, a town slowly coming alive
as you wonder if you still are

you count every breath you spend staring
at the ceiling, watching the corners collect dust
the small patches of dirt remind you of your sins

you wait for the quetiapine to wear off, as if it ever worked

the bad dreams are proof that you cannot trust
your own mind
survival, to you, is having to stay awake

Do not fight it, my mother recites
every night like a litany

she believes my soul can be salvaged
with a couple anticonvulsants and some prayers
but do miracles even work on an agnostic?

against the moonlight, your scars look like abstract work of art
everyone pretends to understand
your sleeve of shame, your greatest asset
—the best thing about you used to be your pain

Do not fight it, your ghosts tell you
recovery is a lie; the chemicals won’t kill us

try to recall the right way of praying:

oh, Saint Lamictal, help me get through tonight and flush me
with a wave of calm
dear Saint Seroquel, teach me how to forget
the horror of watching my soul’s slow decay
forgive me—
               i still cannot forgive myself

 

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