Nov 11 2008
The Lounge: Addiction’s Soliloquy
It’s been a while since I’ve been back to share my poetry with you. Way too long. Welcome back, friends. I need to apologize real quick to one reader, also a friend, who keeps telling me my work can be, what’s the word, disturbing?
(laughs) I can’t help it. It’s like that league of superwomen blog chainers (you know who I’m talkin’ about, Kristal, Michelle, Elana etc etc.) with their latest topic about creative angst. Sorry to say–but sometimes the most intense writing comes out of hardship, struggle, rage, anger, fear.
Absorb this piece I wrote. I am a huge fan of rhyme and lyrical work, meter, all that jazz. It makes for beautiful pieces. It’s like music composition.
The subject matter, however, is not so beautiful….
“Addiction’s Soliloquy”
Desolate thoughts are dark shadows,
Silent and solemn as stone.
They bear the wretched throes
Like wasted youth alone.
Not one soul sees their sorrow
Nor one spirit able to hear.
Their hearts simply echo,
Fading endlessly in fear.
Hopeless humans lose their breath
And drift into the night—
And feel my choking death
Swallow all glowing, godly light.
Why does my love hate everything?
Forbidden, the good life must be,
As if the good life will sing
For a curious creature like me.
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If I were to personify any kind of addiction, I’d picture the persona this way–a “curious creature”. I do admit to thinking of drug abuse when it came to this poem. But, really, the work applies to all kinds of addiction. Once again, the rhyme, the lyrical aspect–got to love it, people!
