Pleasing Poison

Furling a piece of foil

into a hollow little roll

he puffs pleasing poison;

sleeps isolated from realism

There are pipe dreams in his eyes,

brightens when twilight disappears

His comatose brain films radiant reveries

at night, within his mind’s stilled senses

Ordeals of failure constrained him to shut

the shop of sterling virtues residing in his heart

Switched it to exhibition of aggressive notions;

inaugurated bad blood between him and life

When he finds no pleasing poison,

lacerating arms calms him down

Thirst and hunger abandoned

He’s a spectacular skeleton

in loneliness’s grave

  sans elation

Reviews

[pinhead07]

I really enjoyed reading this, I was a heroin addict, started with smoking it in cigarettes, then chasing the dragon and then injecting it, fortunately listened to the voice of reason and quit a couple of years ago, this poem really captures all that really well, pleasing poison indeed, you really start losing it in quite a short amount of time, try to quit but it's just too difficult to quit and stay off it for good, lacerating arms and all, I've been there, haha, withdrawal is the worst, nothing calms you down, too tired to walk, painful to sit, can't sleep, eat nothing, until the next fix, glad I got off it, anyway, I'm rambling, this is well written.

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These scenes are so familiar to me and all that you said are totally understood. I find a little baby-like soul trapped in an addicted persons body fluttering to be free, getting angry without any reason and sleeping most of the time, laughing anyway! Your victory over this poison is tremendously appreciated, Am so happy for each person who does so. Thank you for sharing your ramblings, it was a pleasure to hear, Be blessed and smile =)

[Paul Bell]

The drugs don't work.
Well, they do for a time.
Sadly a short time.

[¿]

Agreed! Thanks for sharing your thoughts :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I knew many who loved drugs. The drugs took them. Many love drugs more than life. Thank you Tahsin for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[¿]

And that made their life aimless...thanks for understanding dear friend :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Tahsin. I lost three brothers to alcohol and drugs. You are welcome my friend.