Drug of a Misfit [2005]

Used to be heavy into drugs.

Drugs an art of addiction
Walking dead among the living
Eyes turn a deeper darkness
Mind twisting to a lighter emptyness

Mind over matter is no more
Hollowness over me
Take steps of ever growing fear
Falling down a never ending tunnel of forever

Seeing you put your hand to me
I keep my pride and pull away
Now it is too late the cells are dead
And so am I

Living among the dead....

Author's Note

R&R

Reviews

[octane143]

Wow a very powerful peice about the power of drugs. I am also a recovery addict and I could relate to all of it, but the most powerful part for me was:

Seeing you put your hand to me
I keep my pride and pull away

You nailed it on the head. Great job!

[Mr. Lopez]

I can truely relate to this being a user in recovery. Just how dead is dead when hearts still beat and eyes can only offer a blank stare? Wonderful poem.

Mr.Lopez