her opiate

her opiate

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


her opiate

 

 

 

 

he is her trite reality

a meaningless yet profound need

 

his breath warms the cold orb

of her heart

while stealing the last whispers

of her inheritance

 

ruptured emotions from her childhood

a branded reality

from birth

a loveless attachment

like a useless umbilical

dangling from her memory

 

he is a cliche

in her poetic world

a trifle she must have

just as she needs her pen

 

to bleed

every other need

of her careless addiction.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/15/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Some of your fans may read "he" as possibly a codependent lover, poet-friend, or muse. To me, "he" is a driving force for those clinging to brokenness (my family) . . . those who thrive on sad circumstances to harvest companionship flavored by sympathy. Growing older, I see this to be a popular way for some older friends to provoke guilt, harvesting provisions to fill their inner void (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

i really like where you took this, Margie...thank you for that...
j.
codependency and writing hmm this may in fact.. be me:) You may have just founded a new psychological condition, Jacob I'm writing the folks at that author the DSM for further analysis! I shall submit my soul as the first case study. Tho, if I may, this sounds very much as if she is choosing this person for that very reason of not having attachment

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

let me know what those folks find out from the study, please...and thank you, Bunny....
j.

having read these words so many times now, I fear they may be habit forming.... well penned my friend

Neville

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you, Neville....appreciate you.
j.
Neville

5 Years Ago


addictive even....
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jen
an energy vampire, that sucks the life out of room
and uses past events to justify an existence...
how authentic are the ailments.. the spiritual ones I write and others
truly roost in our soul and are rooted so very deep? i think it doesn't matter.
but your poem draws attention to ( i think) to those that weaponize the past
and uses it to manipulate those in our life....it is a hard line... but we know it and
most choose obviously not to cross it


REALLY terrific prose.. thanks for sharing

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, jenny,
j.
Wow, this is deep and filled with powerful emotions. very well written

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you,
j.
Damaged by childhood events - ruptured emotions a great way to express that. Addictions whatever they may be are bad news. She needs to be weaned off this one for sure, but there are addictions far worse by far.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Chris,
j.
dear Jacob... your poem makes total sense to me... which shows
how unpredictable and complicated life can be. A careless addiction
is not healthy, and I am thankful for my somewhat peaceful
environment in my silver lining years. truly fascinating poetry.
as ever, Pat

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

i hear ya, Pat...mine too is peaceful in these years as well...thank you,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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