A Bid Farewell

Four walls in every room, the silence is deafening.

Numb again, but I can feel everything.

Excruciating pain resembles nightmares once stored in a safe place.

My thoughts echo from the walls of the amphitheater in my head.

As my night turns to day I watch the light cut through the Newport Pleasure.

Teeth clenched so tight they couldn't unhinge, unable to utter a sound.

I try to speak but my thoughts are empty, words less than shallow.

My eyes tremble as I fight their honesty, their unwillingness to give up.

My heart's irrational cadence fueled by the devil's own.

It's only character meant to destroy those who succumb.

Leaving me ashamed, I can't bare to see my own reflection.

Looking into my own eyes they are black and hollowed.

My lips quiver in disgust.

I cry for a better life.

I am my only keeper.

So I bid you farewell.

Your grip has been unrelenting but I was born to fight.

I will not be imprisoned.

There you sit, taunting from the pit of my stomach.

Alone as I once was, my days are bright, the pain is gone.

I laugh.

I smile.

I love.

I live.

Fuck you!

Russell Reich

Russell survived the battle of the demons inflicted by the streets of Somerville, Massachusetts. 

He skipped town with his girlfriend, landed in the Midwest and became a father of two boys.

He has always had a knack for things that inspire. 

Mainly music, but anything that took him away from the bad memories or the hustle & bustle 

of work/home life could evoke him to create just about anything he had the time for.