Whispers In The Night

Whispers In The Night

A Poem by Ashely White

I lay motionless waiting for sleep
A peaceful quiet night contradicts the restlessness inside
When suddenly a voice permeates the darkness
A sinister figure with piercing eyes whispers seductively in my ear
Take my hand and I'll guide you
We might get lost in the ecstasy
Once the needle enters the vein
It might be hard to navigate
Difficult to fight gravity
Suspended in place
somewhere between time and space  
I'll show you the way to escape
Elevate you're mind leave your problems behind
The beauty of life is magnified in dilated eyes

Easily I succumb to the ghostly silhouette that offers peace of mind
A moment of serenity from the internal battle that wont subside
The only victory is to occupy my mind
step outside of the monotony
No other substance can provide the release that the speed has offered me

But is it all worth the consequences
the pain Ive caused and the love that was lost
Its the only affliction I cant rise above
held down by the weight of the burden I bear
Its become a trap  I'm easily ensnared

I'm often haunted by the shadows
Whispering in my ear taunting me
with enticing temptation
I find myself tangled in a web woven tightly
with no escape
It doesn't matter which choice I make
I'll suffer either way

To follow the demon I will remain lost
walking  circles in life
But if I leave the drug behind I will no longer feel apathy
the guilt will rain upon my conscience overflowing under  the weight of reality  
With nothing to blind my eyes I will see the devastation of my decisions
So I'll try to control my desires to Live the life Ive envision

  At least until I hear a whisper in the darkness
when Temptation haunts the restless
I will likely follow the  seductive entity that completely enamors me
Just let everything dissolve in drops of water
like crystals on the spoon  
How long until I'm no longer haunted just completely consumed

© 2013 Ashely White


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we hear the whispers, we are consumed by addiction and sooner or later there will be nothing of ourselves left.

a pretty moving piece of writing.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago



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