Concrete Bed Poem by Matthew Holloway

I awoke as though I were
In a vat of concrete
Not yet set, still liquid
A thick, heavy swamp
Bones ached, struggled
To rise and find freedom
The pressure on the chest
Each breath a minor victory
Still, still it seemed to much to ask
To rise and face another day
To climb beyond this sunken pit
The body, mind, soul were in
A sense of hyperbole
An exaggeration brought about
By a chemical imbalance
That is the science definition
The truth in layman's terminology
Like so many others today
I was then and perhaps now
Just a little messed up
And incapable of greeting the day