The Dirt Everyone Ignores

Is this what it is like to feel the claws of addiction grasp you? Or just the guilt afterwards... the sensation in the moment? Not all addicts are ignored <3

The Dirt Everyone Ignores

 

Rust.

That metal stench

Clings to my fingers:

Salty...Earthy.

Every night I smell it,

Where does it come from?

 

Accusations.

How many locks

have I tried to break

Today?

Wrong...

It’s these bars.

 

Cracking,

Flaking away

Into amber ash until

Someone blows them away

With the sole of their

feet.

 

They will dismantle themselves

Like they never once

Caged me.

Swirling,

wraping,

snaking

 

around my hand like steel cuffs.

Biting into my fingernails

Like venom.

I’ll still inhale it

For the buzz.

Creeping

 

Into the woven fabric

Of my bag;

The traces of my

Sin.

Soap, water,

Mint...

 

They’ll erase the memory;

I’ll be clean again.

Until once again it’s

Churning through my blood,

Purling

Through the strands of my hair

 

And sticking there �"

Duplicating the disease

I’ll shorten my life.

I’ll rub the rust

Into my eyes until

My fingertips are yellow.

Reviews

[NebraskaHope]

This has flow and displays so much details ! I love it !

[Tricia O'Brien]

This is rad. I dig your style, very powerful.

Trish-

[SamanthaSweeney]

Thank you very much Trish !

[Cyndi Goodgame]

Great job of connecting metaphors and getting the message wanted. I loved it. :)

[SamanthaSweeney]

Thank you ! :D Much appreciated

[The_Metal_Guru]

Great poem. I agree with Sami's comments and adore those lines. This poem superbly conveys your battle and guilt over this addiction.

[SamanthaSweeney]

This is what I love about poetry !
The ability to appreciate it in whatever way we wish :) read moreThis is what I love about poetry !
The ability to appreciate it in whatever way we wish :)
I'm not an addict and never have been... I wrote this from the eyes of an addict close to me and also my own experience in trying a cigarette.
I've experience addiction through the eyes of a loved one; hurting because their love is hurting. But this comment has made my have faith in the power of words to convey so many meanings.
Thank you :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some things we never let go of...and even if we do, we never forgive ourselves.

this is some powerful poetry...happened upon it...and now off to read more of your words...

really strong metaphor in your work.

[SamanthaSweeney]

Thank you so much for all of your humbling comments Jacob, I really appreciate the feedback :)
read moreThank you so much for all of your humbling comments Jacob, I really appreciate the feedback :)
It amazes me how others can understand the words I write hidden away in my room, only to relieve the emotions I have.

[Gisette Rodriguez]

I like how you utilize a metaphor, of that rust that doesn't come off from the fingers, to symbolize the guilt one may feel from succumbing to an addiction.

[SamanthaSweeney]

You really got the message I was trying to portray in this ! Success xD
Thank you !

[Sami Khalil]

"Into the woven fabric
Of my bag;
The traces of my
Sin.
Soap, water,
Mint..."
Those lines captured my attention more in this well penned poem...Good job...:)

[SamanthaSweeney]

It's nice to know the lines from my heart are understood by others :) thank you :D

[Sami Khalil]

Yes indeed. My pleasure...:)