Thursday, February 26, 2009

Sometimes I just have to close my eyes

A sullen addict hunkered down
beside 40 watt candle light
after wallowing in his mind
he finally lets go

Down dirty down
It feels a lot like betrayal
though for a brief moment
he is reaching for the heavens

Not before sinking back into the depths of hell
a demon staring back in the mirror
it's disgusting
unrecognizable
but sadly still an echo of reality

The worst part is the lie
the secrets that keep him separate
from Love
from ever reaching freedom
A slave driven by the most virulent master

Loneliness

No longer a bleeding laceration
But a festering wound
That does not heal

A dull grinding of bone to bone
With soreness hanging like a fog
Shrouding the soul so nobody could connect with it

And there was a poignant,
Biting
Possibility
That I might not recover

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