Lying in Ecstasy

About a troubled boy's last scene.

Paxil to make you happy

Weed to make you high

Nyquil to make you draggy

Energy shots to make you come alive

 

‘Take it all... I can see you need it more than I do.’

As the words poured out between splintered lips,

the tone of which he spoke,

trips,

into the boy’s ear and wriggles inside.

As the boy pondered,

his eyes followed where the stranger’s breath wandered.

He watched as the carbon dioxide pierced the air,

white against their surroundings, knowingly unfair;

was seized by a gust of wind and swept astray,

even though it fought to go the other way.

He hoped his sins would follow along that trail,

but knew  he would have to ship it off in the mail.

His package would not be round,

he found,

but large and rectangular with a weight of 120 pounds,

to be buried more than 6 feet underground.

The stranger’s voice echoed and bounced off every boundary in his head;

so what he was looking to do next,

 was get it fed.

This replaced rational thoughts with a desperation;

he could have so easily mended with meditation.

But the stranger’s hand outstretched itself first,

filled with goodies and remedies and promises,

that it almost seemed to burst.

 

Prozac to make you glad

Mary Jane to make you rad

Atarax to make you inert

Dayquil to make you alert

 

He gripped his escape and held it close to his heart,

not realizing that what was going to be a part,

of him,

was his own demise,

just in full disguise.

He left the stranger with a few words of great thanks,

and headed to hide away down deep in the bushes near the banks.

He looked forward to a world that was overwhelmingly numb,

to him,

from his dad,

his brothers and his mum.

He was always told to feel a certain way;

to be successful and grateful,

all and every day.

So he ran and ran,

to get away from all they had planned,

and fumbled in ecstasy,

while hoping to reach serenity.

He followed the train track,

fumbling along with the little pack.

But became much too keen,

and unaware of the upcoming machine,

that he took his first toke,

and started to choke.

 

Zoloft to make you smile

Tylenol to make you weak

Mushrooms to make you fly a mile

Aleve to make you physique

 

His strength was usurped even from his fingertips,

while his legs started to search for a firm grip.

His heart seemed to beat as if deprived,

because the world he lived in wouldn’t let him survive.

And he thought,

‘Am I finally happy… at least...

am I free of myself?’

and fell to his knees,

then to his back,

and pleaded for his own unusual approval.

 

Coke to make you get by

Heroin to help you die

 

The train screeched its wheels out...

failing but un-purposefully fulfilling the boy’s wishes.

As his body,

still intact,

met his peace.

In the midst of the commotion,

the boy’s troubled soul no longer connected itself to his frail body.

His unloved heart no longer beat,

and his dejected mind thought no more.

But still nothing changed around him,

the moon’s rays kept on pouring down,

the stranger still stood staring the way the boy left,

while the boy’s own damaged body,

 still lay underneath the weight of the train.

While in the closest house nearby,

there sat a man at his window,

snuggled tightly with his favourite book;

nothing harmful happening to him except a burning cigar at his lips,

and paid nothing to the racket.

Because he knew that ignorance was bliss.

Author's Note

Another of my pieces from last year.
Statement of Intent:
My intention of this ‘poem’ is to show a kind of loss of freedom scene that would be based on a boy that searched for his own freedom. I also intended for the kind of ignorance that others that don’t understand or don’t want to understand, have towards people in those situations. But that people in the same kind of situations are more willing to help in their own way. The last bit of the poem I got from myself as I got the idea from sitting at my own window, smoking and reading one of my favourite books, and then hearing the train screech for a while. Thoughts ran through my head that maybe somebody got run over by the train, but I carried on with what I was doing because I wanted to stay in my own state of mind at the time; ignorance is bliss.

Reviews

[micky]

Amazing piece I really really love this piece

[Empty Cup]

Thank you very much. My younger self really appreciates your input. :)