An Original Piece

As some of you know, I really enjoy writing, but what you may have not known is that I love writing poetry. I haven't had much opportunity to write any poems lately, but I thought it might be a good idea to finally reveal some old poetry nobody has ever read before! I even scavenged through one of my old hard drives for the one posted below! This one is probably my most well written piece, I used it as an introduction to a very long research paper I wrote with a melodramatic literary twist on drug addiction when I was 16. I hope you enjoy it!

No More Power

You are a rapist, a concubine, a delicious slumber, a deliverance, the agony, the alibi, the excuse, the courage, the fear, you beat with your fists and caress a bloodied cheek: you are the drug which inhabits nightmares and dreams. A date rape demon, a blanket which shrouds the soul, a twisted communion smoldering the spirit.

A man looks in the mirror, looking back with a frown and crying tears without lifting a brow. A man spiraling downward with every split tear, a man with fatigued bloodshot eyes, a lonely fellow, a victim of tragic profusion.

They stand alone, broken and defeated, their heads swimming, their minds altered in unforgiving ways; the addiction has beat them, they have no more power.

There is a hate floating on this earth, a demon to us all, and if you choose to use just once, your soul is promised to fall. You may think you’re strong and there’s no way an addiction can happen to you. But soon your body will need it, and your mind will drift into an endless sea. Your body starts to tremble and shake, whenever you need a fix. You’ll sell your soul to the devil to get it and get it quick.

The man who once believed he would prevail and never again falter now kneels at his porcelain alter. Lacerated skin weeps crimson tears and existential dread ulcerates the mind, paralyzing the body with nausea. He lamented the days of long lost dreams of stolen promises and Prozac screams. Blisters of insecurity have stifled all ambition and staggered movement. Killing, killing, dying from the inside out.