A comment on the EVILS of substance abuse

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Marian's Lover
Junior Member

since 2001-03-05

Posts 15

0 posted 2001-03-06 12:17 PM

ANOTHER DAY...

It's twilight
and I wake up to another day
My stormy sea of yesterday left 'pon the shelf;
I start out with my candy cane
and I'm O.K.
To face another day of murdering myself.

The sight of bottles mounted up the night before
Does nothing to appease my pain
or rid my ache;
I get no compensation for my throbbing sore,
Just stay to watch the weather break
and lie awake.

My eyelids drooping, I can barely see a thing
And stumble over what is left
upon the floor;
It ceases to intrigue me
what my day will bring -
Or take and destroy
like it's always done before.

To have no inspiration and without a clue
My motto's been to live
and steal away the fun;
Sometimes I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do
The war ain't over -
maybe it has just begun.

I'm walking on a cold plateau within myself
To search me for the victim
and the reason why;
Then, all my aggravations tumble
from the shelf -
A barren desperation I cannot deny.

If there is such a purpose
let it be well-known
To all who come
To all who stay
To all who leave:
I'll never be its punching bag
Or grinding stone,
And how they ever thought it so
I can't conceive.

I'm nobody's whipping boy
Or (deleted)to wear and tear
You cannot use me to repay your debts and bills;
The price to pay, if done so,
will be fair and square -
I am the Renegade who sees
And duly kills...

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[This message has been edited by Poet deVine (edited 03-06-2001).]

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

1 posted 2001-03-06 01:06 AM

I love your poem--I understand it--and if you are easily offended by editing, I suggest you might try a different phrasing.

but I do understand the desolation of feeling "souless" in the face of addiction--and I feel you have much, much more to say..
Welcome! I look forward to reading more.

Oh. Almost forgot.

The ADDENDUM?

[This message has been edited by serenity (edited 03-06-2001).]

doreen peri
Member Elite

since 1999-05-25

Posts 3812
Virginia

2 posted 2001-03-06 10:52 AM

a very well written piece.... the addendum baffles me, though... is that some private language you have with yourself? LOL

anyway... killing yourself slowly is never any fun.... i know about this... yep.... hard to admit, but i do...

thanks for writing for many

Swamp¤Faeryie
Member

since 2000-12-04

Posts 393
fairyland....of course;)

3 posted 2001-03-06 01:49 PM

i thought this was well written,terribly dreary,but that's really the only way to express it isn't it? I have a theory that every poet has his/her poison,whether it be a physical drug or mental poison,this was a thought provoking poem,and very effective,the addendum didn't fool me though,i suppose it's all those years back in 6th and 7th grade when i had an obsession with writing in my journals only in that form,heehee

samantha

much madness is divinest sense,and much sense the starkest madness~Emily Dickinson

Marian's Lover
Junior Member

since 2001-03-05

Posts 15

4 posted 2001-03-10 01:01 AM

Thanks guys - I appreciate it.

The only guarantee in Life, is Death. - The Lord Buddha

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