The Most Dangerous Drug

The Most Dangerous Drug

A Poem by Elizabeth

 

 

 

Sitting on the back porch, cigarette in hand, I write to you.

 

The moon blinks and the stars taunt while dogs bark in the distance.

Practicality is tiring and fantasy unsatisfying.

 

Always there will be this nothingness.

 

Endless nothingness.

 

Reason has stranded me in this place, today.

Someday is a time that will not come soon enough. 

 

The gravity of this sentiment pains me more than any of my scars.

Again, I muse to no one but myself.

My courage is in short supply.

 

But with you, I feel hope.

And hope is the most dangerous drug of all.

 

© 2008 Elizabeth


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Elizabeth
It needs a better title... ideas?

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i think this is a dark & beautiful piece. "always there will be nothingness, endless nothingness" the feeling of your utter despair & loneliness perfectly captured. the ending is brilliant as hope is a potent drug. as far as the title, its sounds fine to me but i think u could make it a little more intriguing by twisting it around maybe adding hope such as 'hope is the most dangerous drug' or something like that. well written.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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yes its nice hope could be dangerous drug as you do not know if it will work,but like any drug its better than nothing,i know it can hurt hanging on to some hope which may never come true,but if its all there is its better to keep hoping and dreaming,but you touched some very nice point,very wisely said,and the title is good...

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is a beautifully twisted poem. Before I read it, I thought that happiness would be the most dangerous drug, but you poem made me rethink all my reasoning behind that and I realized how right you are. Hope is, by far, the most dangerous drug.

You captured loneliness and the desperate need for hope in the lines you've written. I couldn't have asked for better.

Don't change the title. It's perfect because no one expects the drug to be something potentially beautiful, potentially grotesque.

Keep Writing!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Well you're talking about "Endless Nothingness" that could be your title, however, it's fine as it. Though it comes right to HOPE which could be a simple title.


This is a poem that relates well to my life. I sit outside a lot comtemplating, especially at night while I'm working & taking a break. It's so quiet. Except for the dogs, cows, horses and COYOTES! I love it when the Coyotes go to talking. They are very close to where I work.

Thank you for sharing this poem with us.

Sincerely,
Wicahpi

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Actually I love the title now for the poem this is extraordinary in it's power and insight, I never thought of it like that... and at first i thought you were going to say love was but I must say hope really could be... we feed off it everyday in looking for something better and so often are left in a low when we don't have it... truly amazing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

i think this is a dark & beautiful piece. "always there will be nothingness, endless nothingness" the feeling of your utter despair & loneliness perfectly captured. the ending is brilliant as hope is a potent drug. as far as the title, its sounds fine to me but i think u could make it a little more intriguing by twisting it around maybe adding hope such as 'hope is the most dangerous drug' or something like that. well written.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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