Pinned

I wrote this poem very recently, about someone I love dearly who is slowly destroying their soul and body through Heroin. This poem was written with painful ease as it came directly from my heart.

Strange it was that all this time,

Growing shadows danced in place.

More I remember, hurt than kind,

But still my heart embraced.

Fading smile, taken by strands

tangled up your mind

Fatality molded by your hands

My heart too, you would bind

I knew the measures,the slipping time

You knew what points to hide

And then the demons came to light

Your soul left leaking by.

Pinned up and drowning in your fix

The devil linked his chain

Your feet were bound, no fight to steal

No more lovers in the rain.

Can I keep you Alive? 

Kill parts of me for your fare?

This heavy heart is hoping but

my mind is too aware.

I saw a man long time ago

he had a light within

Still my feet will not be linked

and taken with YOUR sin.

Shame is mine, that I stuck by

against my better sense

Dreaming bind, has made you blind

No reasons for defense

Fade away, and I'll go away

What else more can I do?

You gave up quick, and I gave way

Buried quickly in your tomb.

The prick and fill you told me once

was a dream you had to chase

And after time you had no will

to loose the heavy taste

I saw you just the other day

No trace of you stood there

A mindless, withered - drone is left

and nothing to compare.

The dream you chased so foolishly

has eaten up your soul

The man I loved isnt anywhere

You're a fly pinned to the wall.

Reviews

[KeeD]

"Fatality molded by your hands
My heart too, you would bind" amazing word choice. Addiction takes a piece of everyone involved. It drains both the user and their loved ones physically,emotionally and mentally. I can so relate to this piece.
You know what I love about this piece, it's like a conversation between your mind and your conscience. Mind telling you to be wary about the rough sea's ahead in the tsunami that is addiction. While your conscience doesn't want to abandon ship (friend) even if you have to go down with it.
"The prick and fill you told me once
was a dream you had to chase
And after time you had no will
to loose the heavy taste' one of the most creative ways I've seen describing the hunger for the needle.
Sometimes letting go is the best way, although it might not be the easiest contrary to belief.
I love your writing style. Favorited. Please upload more of your work on here if you have any. Have an awesome 2013. Kee.

[cognitivetatum]

That was exactly the battle I had. A battle of my better sense, mind, heart, emotion, conscience.

[KeeD]

:) Glad to have you amongst us on WritersCafe.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

they just don't realize how much they take us with them on this sad journey of destruction...

powerful write here.

jacob

[cognitivetatum]

As it begins - they are self-assured that they will not let it get the best of them. When they are wrong (which is in many cases) they then spiral down and yes...take pieces of us with them.

Thank you, kindly! :)

[Everett DeValle]

Really deep, been through this situation with a close cousin, but he used meth...really emotions stated in your poem. Wonderful write.

[Frieda P]

This really tells it like it is, everyone is affected. I've lost friends to drug overdoses, good people that fell into this massive web, never to free themselves. Every line is precise and breaths on it's own. I particularly like this one stanza...sums it up.

'The prick and fill you told me once
was a dream you had to chase
And after time you had no will
to loose the heavy taste'

Nicely pen'd.

[cognitivetatum]

Thank you for sharing that you understand. Its devastating. And separating self draws the line between those that give it all away, and those that hold life precious....:)

[Frieda P]

Very devastating, but that is the head of an addict, once bitten, it's a really hard, long road, and one needs to be extremely strong and resilient to kick the monster.

[Emma Pond]

:( I thought this was very intense and could tell that it came from the heart.

[Alice Locke]

This is really sad, well written. Great job.

[BLACK PRINCE]

I CAN FEEL THE LOVE WITH WHICH YOU WROTE THIS PIECE.
IT IS A POEM FULL OF COMPASSION, FRUSTRATION ANDF HOPE.

[zainul]

A golden piece.
You have vividly painted the person with wonderful imageries.
Enjoyed reading.