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The Bluejay
My sorrows on display for all to see
Worn on the smile of every dopeboy in town
No drug can mask the hurt anymore
Blood bleeds right through the first coat of white paint
Shirts sliced to the collar
Bottles of spit and piss encased in walls of flies
The reflection of the dead lady in a white dress
The menacing creaks and moans of a dying home
A home that holds us hostage
We bear the cross of guilt and shame
Megalithic in its weight
Arthritic in its wake
I am a residual haunting afraid of its own manifestation
My shadows aren't adding up and I sense I am being followed
Just like you said
The phantom footsteps of children who never got the chance to walk pummel our hearts to pulp
Spectral mother holds them safely in her arms
Worn on the smile of every dopeboy in town
No drug can mask the hurt anymore
Blood bleeds right through the first coat of white paint
Shirts sliced to the collar
Bottles of spit and piss encased in walls of flies
The reflection of the dead lady in a white dress
The menacing creaks and moans of a dying home
A home that holds us hostage
We bear the cross of guilt and shame
Megalithic in its weight
Arthritic in its wake
I am a residual haunting afraid of its own manifestation
My shadows aren't adding up and I sense I am being followed
Just like you said
The phantom footsteps of children who never got the chance to walk pummel our hearts to pulp
Spectral mother holds them safely in her arms
Published 16th Jan 2020
| Edited 20th Jan 2020
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16th Jan 2020 2:34pm
16th Jan 2020 3:03pm
Your poem has a truth inside it's metephors.
My favorite line is
No drug can mask the hurt anymore
I find it to be a truth that needs to be said more often
My favorite line is
No drug can mask the hurt anymore
I find it to be a truth that needs to be said more often
16th Jan 2020 5:18pm
I cry when you write about the loss of life. I really could use some advice, if you have any suggestions. She's 2 years in. Is she gone forever?
16th Jan 2020 5:27pm
Damn Nick this is so terrifyingly beautiful my heart breaks for you and baby mama
18th Jan 2020 1:58am
Thank you all for the postivity in your comments. And Legertha, absolutely not. I had started using crack cocaine at 13,and by 16 had done everything including meth and heroin. Heroin became daily for over a decade between prison and methadone treatments. All in all almost 2 decades of use and I am currently clean. It took me plenty of relapses,treatment centers, counselors,prison sentences etc to get myself where I am now. Everyones process s different. Unfortunately it is often a matter of if we can outlive the process of falling and getting back up.Ive died numerous times as well. Often times the addiction and being alive was far worse then any death I could fathom.never give up on someone you love,but also keep in mind that you can never get someone clean who is not ready too Remember not to take anything to much to heart they do in active addiction.i wasnt a great person them years and most aren't. I feel for you big time just have been being on both sides. If you wanna chat or have any questions please feel free to reach out and message me. I truly hope the best for your loved one.
21st Feb 2020 9:47pm
Thank you, Nick. I didn't see your comment responding back to me. Sincere apologies to you dear poet.
From the big city, to the woods and fields out in the country, addiction is a shadow that you can't run from..... I've been at the very bottom and I was on the top but I am grateful that I can hold my head up when someone speaks to me now. The shame that devoured my soul was the worst part of it for myself. I am still learning how to live sober every day that I wake up.... Thank you for sharing this.... ☺️
25th Jan 2020 12:31pm
