Lonely, oh so lonely
But it's someplace I have to be
Miserable and lost
Trying to navigate the frost
That's isolated my heart so long
Now where do I belong?
Tossed out of every bar
Have I really sunk so far
That I cannot even stand
Without a cane or helping hand?
Struggling to find my way
I will not live another day
"Yet, have I ever lived at all?"
I wonder to the wall
Then ask "But what's the point?"
As I roll another joint
Blow away every thought
And take one more shot
I just love to do me harm
Stick the needle in my arm
Fall into an endless sleep
Of hallucinations I intend to keep
Feel the ticking heartbeat slow
I've only one place left to go
From the dimly-lit streets I roam
To the single place that feels like home
Where I've always lived, but never been
Someplace I carry deep within
Where little children shriek and groan
And I can finally stand on my own.
Author notes
Out of the shadows and onward to hell...
~Stone Rose (Rosanna Russell)
A contest entry
- The temptations of life by annesall235.
425 points, ended December 10, 2008, 25 entries
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Once we get the taste of escape, it's like climbing Everest to get back home. A good poem SR
. I hope you've managed to leave the throes of active addiction behind you. Sounds like it was a killer waiting to happen!
Best wishes -Emmjay
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thank you so much for this wonderful entry into my contest. if you haven't done so your, could you please email this to viyannaschance@yahoo.com. you will be notified concerning more about te book in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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This write is shaking my mind, (let me explain) even at first glance it is an amazing write if you dont go deep you still get this amazing thing that makes sence, but then when you look at the metaphors, litteraly spine chilling, my mind craves for these kind of writes and at the same time hates them for being to close for comfort, very good
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Thank you for the praise ^_^ I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.
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Great write, this one blew me away. I love how he was down and just get getting pulled further down, pushing himself upon hells door, knowing it to be the only other place for his existence. One of my fave's by you
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I like the idea of this poem. You don't often think about drug addicts and their issues. Usully just how they afftect those around them.
Rather dark, It almost feels like you're talking about a perverted murderer as well as an addict. Am I right? -
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Lol, actually, no. When I wrote this poem I was thinking about neither drag addicts nor murderers. This whole piece is about a battle with myself. The drug references are not literally about drugs. They are about my drugs. My addictions. Things I feel I can't live without. This poem is me isolating myself from everything and just taking a look at myself.
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ha, really?
lol, I did NOT get that. XP
whatever
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lol, well, it wasn't meant to be obvious. I'm not sure that I even wanted it to be detectable. It's a very deep poem with a lot of meaning for me, but to everyone else, it's just another write. Glad you liked it though ^_^
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