Addict

He's got long, gray, gnarly fingers like the branches of a dying tree,
Oily hair that hangs in clumps around his sagging, waxy face,
Dull eyes the color of spoiled milk bearing no life, no spark;
They are sunken in deep as a cavernous and abandoned pit.
His teeth are rotten, yellow, and brown, stained by the sins of his past,
And across his pale skin are infected track marks and bruises,
As bones rattle about in his unhinged body
That's fragile as glass, just as broken.
His heart is dried up and dead,
Where secrets are hidden behind his shriveled-up lungs,
Floating far, far, far away,
Too far to lose touch yet
Close enough to embrace death.

 

 

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy this poem :)

Reviews

[unsavable_soul]

Nicely done,
You capture addiction here very well, not just one kind either. If you think a bit, people can result to these descriptions by many different addictions. You have strong mental imagery going on. My only thought is the piece seems a bit disconnected, merely an opinion. This seems personal yet almost like something is being held back. I often read to far into peoples art, as my own is usually complex even if it appears straight forward.

"As bones rattle about in his unhinged body
That's fragile as glass, just as broken."

Excellent concept layout on this line. The imagery here is staggeringly strong. I really like this, just curious if there was something too close for you to touch on?
Excellent write.
Sincerely
Christopher

[B-poet]

Very well written with vivid imagery in terms of the dark days that lie ahead for anyone who's chosen this path towards self destruction. Great job. :)

[Surbhi Khandelwal]

beautifully described...an addict :)

[Lee Rhodes]

Thank you very much :)