heroin

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Heroin

My pacing inspires
A mournful creak from the unfinished pinewood floor
To scratch my thirsty ears.

The thunk
As my weak old door blows open
Is a brief distraction from
The pain of the empty page,
So I walk onto the porch

The wet breath of spring washes through
The pillars of sunlight that hold
The perfect, painted clouds above
the seductive curves of the hills.

The sinewy maples reach from the ground
To lay hold of the winter sun's affection
The smell of their sap running is
Instant release from
The slow, plastic poison in my veins.

The trickling melt runs
Beside the well used old road carrying away
Cement dust and cigarette butts;
A place to wash my clammy hands.

Reviews

[Condor]

As i have said before, You have a unique way of writing and I very much like your style. Your subjects are ones that make one think and look deeper into your thoughts. Heroin is one which would send a shiver up my people for the words could desribe very well not only a trip but ones normal life which both go hand in hand. If we were to forget about the heroin side of it, this would definately describe a beautiful misty or even rainy spring day where you are tied indoors just waiting for your muse to take flight but it is slow to do so. Keep up the excellent writing and if I don't get back to you again today, I shall catch you on friday.

[SwagMaster]

This was a great write and a fantastic read. I greatly enjoyed your work, and look forward to more of it. Keep writing!:)