Encased in wedding photographs, love lies.
Imparting deceit under blue skies,
the windows to your soul offering bliss
yet bringing death with each passionate kiss.
'Twas the needle you loved more than this soul;
I saw it with each bulging vein's new hole.
Bringing to your feet, tears wrenching my heart,
I saw your meth would tear us all apart.
They say men can't be loved nor can be shot;
does it matter he's chosen his own plot?
Buried beneath the Willow tree you'll be
with sap covering you, not tears from me.
'Til death do us part was the promise made...
I never dreamt it would be on this day.
I love you darling, this much is so true;
feverish was the passion pulsing through.
This love shall never be again for us,
'twas to the needle you gave all your lust.
As I toss this handful of earthen dust,
I wish you had been caught in that last bust.
Freedom you did gain but death is the cost,
now I stand here pondering what is lost.
Life, love, sanity and beauty you held...
my silence watched as you violently fell.
please forgive me sweetheart,
your wife
Author notes
thank you for reading me.
A contest entry
- Addictions by LOVELYmurder.
600 points, ended March 24, 41 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oops, hit enter before I should have...
Only one word I can think of for this masterpiece...poignant, I felt every one of your tears through this. The most beautiful work often comes through incredible suffering, and I can see that in this work.
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Only one word I can think of for this masterpiece...
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Such golden write
it should have won gold uptill now
it was just one of the best I ever read
thanks for sharing
by
the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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Wow strong words. I can sorrt of relate with them all except my ex was caught in bust instead of ending life by death. Sorry of your lost.
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A very in-depth piece sis, you put so much into this, it read perfect in the way of expression and heart-felt emotion. A powerful read indeed.
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Oh my gosh
This is amazing. Utterly amazing. May he rest in peace.
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Vivid imagery. This is a great poem of someone murdering themself. My favorite lines were:
They say men can't be loved nor can be shot;
does it matter he's chosen his own plot?
Buried beneath the Willow tree you'll be
with sap covering you, not tears from me.
Very well done.
Mike
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wow, very good right..really exppresses a lot
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Wow, impressive piece. Well done portrait of what addiction does, how it affects everyone that person loves and cares about. Some great imagery and nice format, and you pulled off the rhyming too. :-) Nice write. Blessings!
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Your writting is wonderful!! Keep it up.
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Love the letter format.... original and written from one whos been there.... best of luck!
becca
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Usually I don't like rhyming but you really pulled it off. I love how you showed how seductive and enticing an addiction can be. This really showed that you have a history with someone who is an addict. This is written very well, I like how it is in a letter format. Great job and good luck in the contest.
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Inspiring yet poignant and evocative. We've all had pain but I think addictions create the most. I enjoy your presentation. Happy days and happy trails.
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These strong loving words impart such truth and knowledge of the seduction of addiction, especially one that involves the needle. Well done. Thank you for sharing this.
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Such sorrow within each line, and addictions are so hard to break I hear.. I'm grateful I never fell into anything I could not get myself back out of, but I know many souls who are lost in their own pain they try to avoid through many different ways. Sorry about the pain you have had to endure while watching such a loved one go down the wrong road. I know you carry much love within, and want to be able to understand as well.. But some things are so hard to wrap your heart around. Know you are loved, and thanks for sharing here. Many blessings in future days I pray you will be able to say. Much peace and love, brother Timothy
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love is a drug and drugs are a love to women as well as men. can't live with em and can't shoot em so better to live and let live
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Excellent
This love shall never be again for us,
'twas to the needle you gave all your lust.
As I toss this handful of earthen dust,
I wish you had been caught in that last bust.
Very powerfull
I lost a wife to drinking
It became her best friend, above me
I feel for you
We can only save ourselves it seems
Rick
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I just watched a documentary on meth and it's affects. Of course I've seen them in people I am close to so know of them first hand. Thank you for the entry. It shows that this drug not only harms the victim but all those who love him/her.
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Addiction is such a deadly lover.
I am so sorry about your marriage. My drug of preference came from a bottle but I think the devastation is similar. I couldn't be much of a wife while I was active. My lover was that bottle - so tragic. It is a miracle my marriage survived and eventually thrived. I don't know if the "death" in this poem is real or metaphorical. I pray there is still life here. Miracles do happen.
It's great to see you back on AP.....I am on and off depending on how crazy my school life is driving me. Feel free to im me if you want to chat. I drop in all the time even if I don't post much these days.
Love and hugs - joanne -
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I thought this was fantastic, and the rhyme was wonderful, I honestly was so surprised to recieve such a beautifuuly written rhyming poem for this subject, but you did it in a brilliant way.
FINALS like a bullet.
I am also so sorry for this trial in your life, I hope this poem touches his heart.
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Hi Rose
I too was in a relationship with someone I found out was a meth addict. She too said she loved me, and I surely loved her. In the end though that was not enough, it never is with meth.
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