Notice of absence from Chad Carlson
Hey everyone. I'm taking this time to thank everyone that has read my poems, everyone that left comments, taken the time to start a conversation, and Thank you Mason for handing me my first loss in a few years. Like I said you came hard and I respect that.
I'm taking some time to step back and focus on my ever expanding health issues as well as getting into a strong mindset for my upcoming 7th spinal fusion operation. I appreciate you all. This is not goodbye like The Terminator I'll be back... And much like Terminator my spine will be metal.
Hey everyone. I'm taking this time to thank everyone that has read my poems, everyone that left comments, taken the time to start a conversation, and Thank you Mason for handing me my first loss in a few years. Like I said you came hard and I respect that.
I'm taking some time to step back and focus on my ever expanding health issues as well as getting into a strong mindset for my upcoming 7th spinal fusion operation. I appreciate you all. This is not goodbye like The Terminator I'll be back... And much like Terminator my spine will be metal.
By Chad Carlson
(Please read the original Bad Dreams before this as this is a continuation of the first poem... Otherwise it won't make much sense)
The laughter has finally ceased. My eyes hold me captive. I see I'm at the bottom. The darkness has entrapped me. I survived the fall. I can't see where I'm at. I'm feeling all around me. Trying to get back. Hoping for a handle. A ladder or a rope. The only way back is up. Will to live my only hope. Fist goes to the mirror. Hand destroys the glass. I'm back in my own world. Now nothing keeps me trapped. Seven years of bad luck. Seems a worthwhile trade. Knowing now I can never look. At my eyes that will enslave
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Chad Carlson (
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