THE KEY

I WISH I COULD BLAME THE PAIN,

THE AIM OF THE GUN, AT MY BRAIN

BUT I CAN’T. IT’S ALL ME,

I’M THE ONE WHO HELD THE KEY,

TO THE DOORS TAGGED ONE, TWO AND THREE.

MY CHOICE TO MAKE, NO ONE DECIDED BUT ME.

 

THE DOOR I UNLOCKED WAS QUITE A DILLY,

THERE WAS NO JOY, AT NO TIME SILLY,

STRAIGHT AWAY IT OPENED TO TRAGEDY,

PAINTED WITH A TOUCH OF CALAMITY

HAND DRAWN SYMBOLS STILL WET FROM THE BLOOD

EACH SYMBOL REPRESENTING THE LOSS OF A LOVE.

Design photo by BLT

Dragging Yourself Home

My last post by ifiweremeagain was about drug withdrawals.

Since then my mind had been a blank black hole.

What to say? What to write? What to contribute?

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Dragging Yourself Home

You no longer lay beside the road hoping for a rescue.

There will be no liberation for the addict I assure you.

You may find some steps to help you through each day,

or you may just find a fix and call it good and down you lay.

 

No Easy Way

There is no easy way to go through it.

You’ve been there, you swore you wouldn’t go back.

Realms of hell come to mind when experiencing it.

Torturous days with endless nights of sleepless misery.

Moving on to physical debilitation and mental instability.

Wishing you would die but, no, you don’t.

You crawl through the hot streets and collapse by the side of the road.

You wait.

No one drives up and saves you.

Your eyes feel like burning orbs in your face.

Your skin appears translucent.

Your eyes feel like black holes in your skull.

You try and think of something else, anything at all.

Nothing comes to mind but agony.

The Un-Family

Family                 a fantasy            of love.

Untrue                 this fantasy        of family.

Cloudy                 my memories     as a child.

Loyalty                misplaced           a lie.

Trust                             this family           no more.

Exit                      this illusion         any door.