The Addict's Walk

Tried beyond submission
and yet walks in the shadows
Sometimes cars drive by
and he thinks
"maybe they'll save me,
maybe they'll change me"

It's always dark and he's alone
there's no smile that
can overcome it,
the muse of a thousand lies,
a thousand tears
at nothing

And he cries cause he
knows
that he can't blame the
moon or the
sun
but only his eyes
and what they've
created

No more darkness for demons
and certainly less light,
what little rest on poles
on random street corners
He hears voices of residents
and wonders if joy
still exists
however far distant

The dregs of past torture
drain from his steps
infecting the
streets with madness
and even more incivility,
arousing foes

There is no pity too
bold for his
arrest,
forth-trying and failing

If only he could live
another day in the real
world
try to to see what their eyes
see
and walk with them

He's cold as rain drops
accompany his
tears
"How did I get so far and where am I
walking to"

The fog's so thick
there is no
wisdom, no
kindness, no truth
but a mist of nothingness
to which apocalypse appeals

Yet there's an odd comfort
within his destitution
With nothing
he can't fear losing,
with nothing
he knows he can yet
find something..
...something to change
him
something he can
destroy

or live for.

Then he opens the door...

Matthew
Andrais
D
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Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

The first step to move beyond fear, trouble, heartache, unanswered questions is for some, the hardest step they will ever attempt! Your words are able to convey the absolute terror, the feeling of isolation and self condemnation that one may feel and then to try to move beyond to be able to change......well thought out and food for thought! We are the only person who may take this step!!