Hidden Home

something i have thought of about addicts and drunks when their at their climax and not themselves

 

Into your eyes I look at you

In your eyes I see right through

All the endless lies you weave

Complain, hunt, hurt and deceive

 

For ways that will make you right

But who is the better man

The one that stands and puts up a fight

Or the man that says everything according to plan

 

I’m sick of this

But not sick of you

And I don’t know what to do

 

With you

 

I am strong

Everyone else is weak

Is that an allusion?

Do you have me beat?

 

I guess I’ll never know

And when you walk out that door

Then you’ll be gone

For good

 

Never to return

 

You were my drug

The perfect brand of heroine

But now I’m done

With my favorite addiction

 

It’s time to move

I rather be alone

And not a moment too soon

Without you I am home

 

Author's Note

3/03/09

Reviews

[Michael X]

this poem has really nice line breaks, form and flow, it shows a skill and solid effort put forth,
the depth and metaphorical usage add passionately to the over dark effect as well, excellent job.