The drip drop drip
of my sink at night
stirs me awake,
knocks me out of dreamland
The tick tock tick
of my clock is noisy
and pounds in my head,
my eyes pulsating
As
the drip drop drip
of my sink continues,
my fingers find it:
powdered satisfaction
The pit pat pit
of my feet echoes
through the empty hallway
as I travel down the stairs
The click clack click
of the stove awakens me
and sets me on a mission:
silverware and needles
The kitchen grows silent
as the spoon bubbles over
and the vein is ready
and the needle's aimed to please
My clock tick tocks
and my sink drip drops
and my eyes roll back
and my heartbeat stops
and all that they'll remember
is the year I wasn't sober
was the year that my addiction
meant my life was finally over.
Author notes
So, I'm not sure if this will win.
But honestly, I won't be heartbroken if it doesn't.
I've had this in me for a while now, and I finally managed to put it into words. And I'm glad this contest gave me that opportunity.
And to all close to me, don't get scared. I'm not using, I promise.
A contest entry
- Addicted by MuddyKing.
600 points, ended July 16, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Holy shyte, love, that was excellent...but is "feet echoes" gramatically correct?
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Yes it is, because it is not describing my feet. It is describing the sound that my feet are making, and in that case it is singular.
Thank you for the comment. =]
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good i licked this great use of the sounds gave this poem such flow
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"and all that they'll remember
is the year I wasn't sober
was the year that my addiction
meant my life was finally over."
Sighhh...Far too truthful for far too many people, many of them who have succumbed to this darkness without mercy. A powerful penning, Poet. Congrats on your HM. 
Wanda
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