It was easy to hate
It was easy to cry
Feelessness surrounded my body
It came easy to spend my moonlight with the needle and my skin
Sight of the brown cracked lines were old hat
I still wore my T shirts, exposing my long nights and darker head
Too easy it was, to know I wasn't alone in the desolation of my cold cold head and my stopped heart
Sometimes, the vein tempted me
Then one day, the light shown through, drawing me, beckoning.
Now I'm okay, smiling and happy as ever.
But every day,
In the back of my mind,
I think back to the nights;
How beautifully terrible they were;
The groveling and welling skin;
Am I still well
If I long for my skin swell?
To see that glint rake across the purity of my impurity
Sometimes, I wonder what it's like to see through a plastic bag
Am I sick for thinking of these things?
Hiding it all perfectly beneath the hairs of my head
What if, one day, I let it out of the box?
So much for
This twelve month detox
YOU ARE READING
Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
