HeroinA Poem by Dylan RhodesDeaf, Blind and Dumb
How good this feeling has become A little pinch followed by a life of numb It just doesn't last long enough __________________________ Chills... the only feeling in my spine Father, why'd we break? My health only elevates into decline Father... how did we break? Now I love to exemplify my hate A monkey on his back won't make short of a politician with a gun In a burning cornfield; the author: A smiling sun Yet she still loves me with every pill in my cup I see her in the mirror as I search for hope Cornered by her ability to cope and overcome With everything I wish I had become What'll it take to get through to me? Too great of a tolerance, One that will set me free A seal in shark-infested waters A flower that's anticipating its wilt Hex is what they call me, the king of falter With a heart as black as riverbed silt My perfect circle My cherished kin My browning purple My Heroin © 2012 Dylan Rhodes |
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Added on February 13, 2012 Last Updated on February 13, 2012 AuthorDylan RhodesSan Diego, CAAboutBattled and recovering from heroin addiction at age 17. This is how I keep myself level-headed. more..Writing
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