My essence is not on the periodic table,
I'm nothing you are,
My presence is not for the stable.
Supernova of confliction from my hidden star.
Do you feel me bleeding?
Black ink as blood,
Do you feel contained as your reading?
The aftermath of my sudden flood.
Addiction of your mind,
12 steps to return back to me,
Vengeance for my kind.
And you love it actually.
I'm a flying fish or painful thunder,
I am the pills you rely on,
I am the heat that decays the summer.
I am the cross he died on.
Believe what you see and remain idle,
Forget the lessons that keep you in line,
Fail to remember warnings in the Bible.
Because your soul is now mine.
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Anyone who has had an addiction issue(with any thing) will feel every word to their core. This poem screams of inner turmoil, addiction, and worship. You moved me almost to a point of tears when I read it myself. Its incredible how you caught every aspect of it so easily. I can easily tell you out of every poem I have ever read,including my favorite poets work, this one makes them feel like nothing when they are compared. Thank you for your words.
ReplyDeleteI didn't want to reply to this one. It's just too much. It's beautifully written. Flows perfectly. It's the message, the soul of the poem, the meaning behind each word...hand chosen from the million you had to choose from you choose these particular words. I see them. I notice each one and know exactly why it is there. This poem is perfection...but it's too much for me.
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