The Needle

She calls you, a siren of serenity,
her voice filled with
the sultry promise of oblivion.

You know you can't resist
her dirty little secret all
bagged up to go.

Poppies are so beautiful,
don't you think?
They have power
well beyond your own.

Forsake it all and join me
in the land of nod where
worries go to die.

I promise I'll deliver-
if angels can dance on the head of a pin
you can surely take the plunge with me.

There is no escape, I'm simply omnipotent,
you crave me beyond all else-
even your own little life.

No one cries here baby
they just forget it all...
until you need me again,

and I'll always be waiting,
even when you neglect me
I won't be mad, I'm patience personified-

Because eventually you won't
even remember your name,
but you'll always remember mine
.

Reviews

[therisa]

Although, I have avoided the poppy's urge, too many people within the LGBT community, have not. Reading this very powerful poem, I feel like you, have first hand experience, with a love one or a close friend that have become trapped. I know, first-hand, the damage that addictions wreck upon a person's life and the family members, who forced to face this Hellish nightmare. I hope that the person, whom you wrote this poem about, is seeking and wanting treatment, for this slow descent to death.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much therisa. The drug knows no gender or socioeconomic boundaries. He went to detox yesterday but only because he got arrested on Monday. It's a nightmare that keeps on giving. Thank you for sharing your experience and for giving your empathy.

[therisa]

Your welcome, and hope the best, for your friend/love one.

[Dr. Wood ?]

well there are many poems on this site regarding self abuse but without any doubt this is the best that I have read.

I usually ignore them all but this one Ice...is special

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Dr. Wood ; )

[Baby Ricochet]

I had a friend who was a heroin addict. She described heroin as a "warm wonderful blanket of perfect" and the first time she shot up as "being fucked by God" That's some kind of drug right there

[icelandicblue]

You are right addicts spend their lives chasing that first high. It's why millions use it and millions before them languished in opium dens. I wish god never made poppies.

[David Scott]

Addiction in any form will claim the identity of our person and the devotion of our soul...
This write is powerful!

[icelandicblue]

Thanks a lot David.

[Angi]

Wow. Just wow. This one struck home. I have seen some of my own kneel before their addictions. This was really, really good. Angi~

[icelandicblue]

Yes, it's a horrible trap addiction is.

[redflutterby]

Addiction can take everything from us to the point we know nothing but the drug we use. Brilliant write Anne. ;-)

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Red, I appreciate it.