Once again, we welcome Mr. Joseph P. Martino of Millburn, New Jersey and another one of his poems for your reading pleasure. This one actually is quite timely for me. From January 19th through January 30th I was suffering from repeated headaches and migraines that really knocked me for a loop. It was pretty bad – especially considering that I really hate to use any aspirin so I only took my Excedrin when I couldn’t stand the pain and pressure any more. However, I’ve been headache and migraine free for at least two days now and I really feel pretty good!
copyright by: Joseph P. Martino
I walk silently through the lonely corridors of my mind.
my brain resonates to howling echoes.
I seem to enter and exit endless doors and hallways, but
none that seem to lead in any direction or final destination.
In stutter steps I traverse slowly and carefully along a
darkened path littered with broken fragments of cobblestone.
my chest cavity feels cavernous as an empty canyon on a
blistering summers heat.
my heart beats as rapid as an old railroad clock.
My head feels as heavy as an anvil and throbs with pain.
my tongue as dry and as sandy as a cactus.
a maddening howling wind at my back pushes me forward
in an aimless direction without purpose or direction as
if a tumble weed.
I feel as if I’m cascading into a turbulent sea of insanity,
drenched in perfuse sweat. I suddenly bolt upright from
my pillow realizing I have awoke from this purgatorial nightmare.
such an illusion, devilish delusion, a state of total confusion.
so now I begin another day of drudgery,
another days journey into life’s great unknown. joseph p.martino poet,writer
Thanks again, Mr. Martino!