The Poison

The poison
Maybe deadly,

But it tastes
So sweet,
like
Like natural
Death,

Un-complicated and neat.

Broken bones
can be fixed
but not this.

Now more
than ever
you want
it to change
but it never does.

Hoping to recapture
what never was.

Permanent damage
that you can’t erase,

being eaten by the
dragon you
once chased.

Better off broken
into little pieces
that will consume
all that you used
to be.

Standing frozen
and trapped,

wrapped too tightly
to maintain.

Unfocused outbursts
of darkness and pain.
Regret is useless, empty and cold.
But so is this.

Reviews

[BLACKCRUSH]

I felt like this poem was about alcoholism .....I can identify with what you were writing in many ways. I also liked many lines in your poem but my favorite was:" Permanent damage that you can't erase
Being eaten by the dragon you once chased."
Those lines really spoke to me the most, Overall I think you did a wonderful job.