and post notes and photos about your poem like David Meade.
I have seen many wounded and hurt souls that get trapped into a life style that leaves them decimated. Looking at them I see a barren wasteland . . . they come to a point in their life that they need to make a decision – get help or die. Many are the success stories but some die alone and ravaged. Life hangs in the balance. I have tried to capture this moment – read at your own risk . . .
Note: I believe the poem is a work in process . . . I still don’t like it . . . something is missing . . . structure, form, flow . . . I don’t know – if you have any suggestions please let me know.
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.” Edgar Allan Poe
“Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction.” William S. Burroughs