WicKeD oF thE mInD

Malice thoughts
frozen in time
paused physically
standing still
fighting desperately
to live.

Fighting
tooth and nail
for that sweet taste
of wickedness
still holding on
to the dealings
of life’s bitterness.

Stuck in time
anchored by hooks
from demons of the past
whom collaborated with
the insecurities
that love
doesn’t last.

Manic words
spoken out
frozen into spears
harpooning the heart
transforming eyes
to rivers of tears.

Mentally broken but
physically grounded
dividing the heart
feeding the catatonic urges
that’s been dying
to spark.

Dead to the soul
but not in their quest
taking substances
with razors and needles
lacerating the flesh.

Wicked thoughts
fueled through
wicked deeds
inspires the mind
for those deeds
to take place
one must be
wicked of the mind.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Manic words
spoken out
frozen into spears
harpooning the heart"

[Sami Khalil]

"Dead to the soul
but not in their quest
taking substances
with razors and needles
lacerating the flesh."

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! This affliction has grabbed the speaker by the neck and won't let go. We live and learn, I guess, even from wickedness of ourselves or others. Substance abuse is also devastating to the abuser. Many people suffer from many things.
A powerful poem indeed of this reality. God help!

[kelvin]

Yes indeed we love and learn as we can learn from others outcomes or mistakes as well. It’s a true reality that many people suffer from things such as this poem it’s also a reality that they can overcome them if they’re willing to fight for it. Thank you for your always insightful input.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well said. You are welcome sir. All appreciated...