The Boy That Walks Alone (Poems)

Numbing Needles

⚠️: Mentions of drug abuse and needles.
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In silence of his room, the shadows
crawl,
A boy sits alone, his spirt small.
The weight of his world is heavy to bear,
A burden of sorrow, too much to share.

His heart is bruised, his heart a maze,
Lost in the dark of unending days.
The pain inside is a cruel, cold knife,
Cutting deep into the fabric of life.

With trembling hands, he seeks relief,
From the grip of grief, from the thief of
Peace.
A needle's prick, a moment's flight,
Into the numbness of a moonless night.

Heroin whispers a lullaby sweet,
Promising a solace, a chance to retreat.
In its embrace, the world fades away,
Taking with it the agony of day.

For a moment, the pain is dulled,
The screams in his head are softly lulled.
He floats above the stormy sea,
Untethered from all reality.

But as the high fades, the shadows return,
The demons rise, the memories burn.
He's left more hollow than before,
Lost in a battle he cannot ignore.

Every hit, a deeper fall,
A desperate cry, an unanswered call.
He's chasing a ghost, a fleeting reprieve,
From wounds that fester and never leave.

He dreams of a time without his ache,
A dawn where his spirit doesn't break.
But heroin's hold is a cruel bind,
A false friend that grips tight and blinds.

In his eyes, a plea, a silent scream,
For an end to the nightmare, a hopeful dream.
But in this cycle, he's bound to spin,
A boy trapped within the darkness within.

And so, he fades with each passing night,
A soul searching for a flicker of light.
In the arms of heroin, he seeks to find,
A way to numb the pain in his mind.