empty like me

[thursday]

empty like me

the echo of footsteps in the stairwell
empty, like so many insincere words,
empty, like everything i thought i knew.
a puff of red in the reservoir,
re-affirms my existence,
lets me feel again.
my shallowed breath,
a puff of red,
it lets me feel again.
i feel warmth,
like a blanket of clouds,
a false security sweeps across
my cold, trembling corpse.
only to re-awaken to emptiness
the next day,
the needle leaves its blemish,
track marks across my forearm,
purple clouds where dreams blew out.

 

[katmeow]

This has got a real bittersweet feel to it, like you know the falsity of what makes you feel good, but can't do anything about it.

Nice work.

the needle leaves its blemish,
track marks across my forearm,
purple clouds where dreams blew out.

 

[cherub]

definately bittersweet, everyone has such profound issues or feelings about drugs. I love reading how about people think about them and there relationships with them.

 

[mini sari]

Agreed. Bittersweet. Beautiful work. I very often rread works on here and don't reply for the simple fact that I fear I have possibly misinterprited the writers message in their wiriting, But you make yours so very clear while keeping it brief. I like this, I like it a lot.

 

[E-girl]

you paint some great imagery in your poetry .

 

[thursday]

thanks all.