Bereft of feeling.
I wanted to do a poem today to provoke a thought or thinking about the insanity of taking drugs. I have known many people succumb to Heroin and painkillers, alcohol and it all seems so futile I myself suffered with addiction through mental illness. Its a terrible thing and very dark. So here is my attempt at describing this disease.
Bereft of feeling
Stare into the abyss
eyes burning from a poisoned kiss
likened to a rabid bear
heartfelt hurt too much so bare
chains of ice surround the fire
charred and used by the funeral pyre
a voice so loud yet shrouded in silence
pain is a constant reminder of penance
look to the sky and dream of freedom
locked in a cage with thoughts so random
release through pharmacidal repetition
belief that being in control is key.....
or is it superstition?
each day a little slice of death
each movement each smile left bereft
a nightcrawler on a hook
to catch the eye of the hunted
with temptations luck
breaking bread by a lit prism
fastidious hold a religious chasm