The ink is still wet.

The pain of trying to hide my ugly world from people, being abused by everybody because of my looks, even today I'm treated the same, my family even, drug abuse the grip of Heroin!

I'm fragmented demented I'm stagnated in neutral, Misplaced my cravings

siping dry flamboyant, I'm killing condemplantion, reservations reserveded

I'm entertaining harsh paragraphs a few parables passages songs commandments

trying to be forgiving, all this from the lips of a low life junkie enthusius who

once loved Heroin, allowing my pornographic pungent populated  audits to be

counted, I used too live in a hubble a one room slave cabin old house, dumping

false faith on too a album cover, with a peace of a straw I inhaled my happiness

The future now held in a few moments wonderfulness feelings, the itching and 

scratching, sweating and narding, the uforia now somebody loves me, now I'm

not ugly anymore, I can look at myself with out crying and wanting to die

But another day is coming, where I must be me again, no way to find an end

I have to sworn statement my tears, for I'am dying instead of dying, I now

take pleasure in sleeping with bereavement, I'm trying to bring on a spiritual

orgasmy 

At midnight I'm always coughing choking bringing up melanoma, my life is dying

as if i'm on vacation, a latter remission it was bound to come back and get me

I'm not of sober dying is a understatement understanding, I'm not worth it,

a poor, poor black boy of shakespearean black ghetto victorian with no references

I had no will to live no dreams no admorations no spirituaness I don't sing in the

rain with roller skates on, I've gotten sum what used to pain, because it loves me

and the world is afraid to touch me at all, im lost in time, I have no soul that flows

, seldom having major strokes, and if it wasn't for nothing I wouldn't have a thing left in my life. 

 

 

Reviews

[LVW]

good righting. I enjoyed it. thank you

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes Robert. I lost two brothers to drugs in the late eighties. I didn't know they were struggling. Your words honest, hard truth and should teach the reader. Pay attention to the people close to us. Thank you for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote

[Marie]

A very dark picture from life's other side painted in this finely penned poem, Robert. A very poignant poem in which little hope exists. Hope everything improves very soon and that the light shines once more in your world. Thank you for sharing this well expressed poem, dear poet...

[LVW]

Wile the words are powerfully I'm drawn to the atmosphere sarounding it. Words are easy though atmosphere is hard. And I'm quite surprised at how heavy and well designed the atmosphere is in this peace. Well done

[Betty Hermelee]

This is so sad and heartbreaking….. very powerful words to portray a down and out life, one of pain and suffering and very honest and personal…..it seems as though life is not worth living….very dark moods, no will no hope no aspirations…..thanks for sharing this with us….
Warmly
B.

[Troy Dean]

Very powerful and honest stuff Robert, you convey the suffering in very relatable terms. Not advice here but personal experience to take or leave , the spiritual destination is always inward towards the self and only the heart knows the way.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Very strong expression. An engaging read. Thanks for sharing.