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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

A vulture and owl
                        Solitary and predatory
                        Watch and wait

                 The wastelands
                         Scarred by driving winds
                         Baked hard by an abusive sun
                         Void of life, a deep emptiness
                         The silence of desolation

                 Eyes down, he enters
                       Withering in self-pity
                       Cut-off from intimacy
                       Breath reeking of desperation
                       Bones cleaving to his skin


                            Has A choice
                      w                           b
                     a                               i      
                   s                                  g
                  t                                     c
                 e                                        o
                l                                            u
              a                                               r
             n                                                 a
           d                                                     g
          s                                                        e

Kill the pain                                           Face the pain
Bondage                                                Freedom                        
Bed of piss and vomit                             Bed of hope and redemption
Alone – Death                                        Together – Life



                             What will he do . . . ?



A vulture and owl
      Solitary and predatory
      Watch and wait







To the struggling -- never give up hope!



David Meade
11/21/2014

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 11/3/2024 2:07:00 PM

Creative way to go with this idea. Choosing the right way to go is always best in the long run. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Sara K

Constance La France

Date: 3/22/2015 4:59:00 PM

David, your poem is so deep and pondering, for me you cannot go too deep, that is my thing as you know, I am not sure how you could improve on perfection, so I am giving it a 7 rating and thanks for visiting my poem, voices of the dead . . . I like Stephen King also

Arlene Smith

Date: 1/28/2015 7:46:00 PM

Outstanding, my friend!!!... Hugs... Arlene

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 1/10/2015 9:18:00 PM

After reading this I see you too understand pain, pain comes in so many forms, I have followed the path out many times - getting stronger & stronger. Light & Love

Ninette Carey

Date: 12/21/2014 8:59:00 AM

So true is the Essence!!!! I will not be slayed by a dragon.... I believe in the budding rose....even if it is blue.......how sad that something so pure... Has not found a soul that values true love.... A quest I will not forsake..... Thank you for Your Inspiration !!! Much Love to You!!!! ??

Maurice Yvonne

Date: 12/3/2014 9:46:00 PM

The hardest part of creating art is to remain objective. We chip away at the marble looking for what is hidden beneath. This is a superb write. I don't know how it could be better. Maybe in a year from now when you have had time to separate yourself from the piece you will see what changes you want to make. For me this is a Fav.

Valerie Staton

Date: 11/30/2014 6:02:00 AM

I loved it. I don't think it needs any changes.

Funom Makama

Date: 11/25/2014 8:34:00 AM

A Lovely poem. I'm refreshed reading through your lines.Thanks for the share. Definitely a 7

Cona Adams

Date: 11/24/2014 6:14:00 AM

David, this is excellent. I would call it a concrete poem. In a concrete poem, the words form the subject of the poem. It's already a seven for me.

Cona Adams
Date: 11/24/2014 6:15:00 AM

P. S. Check out other concrete (shaped) poems on the site and you will see what I mean.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 11/23/2014 10:55:00 PM

Well well well, lookie here!!! This has to be one of the most creative, imaginative , powerful poems I have read. I can see how you think its not finished, is as much art as poetry, and a artist is never satisfied with the final result. I can see doing variations of this but no 2 ways about it this an A7, all the way! And the message itself, well many can relate to that! I am sure

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/23/2014 11:39:00 AM

wOWOWOW. what a great poem this is. I cannot believe it. fifth stunning poem I have seen today. Yet another Fave!!

David Meade
Date: 11/23/2014 8:35:00 PM

Thank-you sweet Andrea . . . you made my night. This was a hard poem to write for me . . . it haunted me for quite a while. I value your input always. Kimchee Friend.

Paul Callus

Date: 11/22/2014 4:37:00 AM

The content of this poem and the message are excellent, David. #7 What Robert said makes sense, but that is solved by reading it a second time. // paul

David Meade
Date: 11/22/2014 10:16:00 AM

Thanks Paul -- in my journal I use lines instead of the word line above -- better I think. Thank-you for your visit and kind support.

Eve Roper

Date: 11/21/2014 10:45:00 PM

Superbly composed and well thought of, David, 7 from me sir :) eve

David Meade
Date: 11/22/2014 10:17:00 AM

Thank-you kind Eve -- I hope all is well with you.

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Date: 11/21/2014 9:36:00 AM

I love your poem, David! It's touching, honest and impactful...sadly, I have found most who need this message are in too much denial to hear it, but the enablers could learn a lesson from it. Sometimes, unwillingly, I fall into that category...thanks for sharing. Hugs, Rhonda

David Meade
Date: 11/21/2014 7:55:00 PM

Thank-you for your wise comments . . . loving these individuals is difficult and we do indeed unknowingly enable them to continue in a destructive life style. Tough love. All the very best.

Robert Stoner Jr

Date: 11/21/2014 9:16:00 AM

I can enter the world you offer and am moved by the poem, good imagery. I was however distracted trying to read the diagonal text. It broke the moment for for me trying to read it. I had to stop and begin again, perhaps a different format would keep me in the flow of the moment. Thanks for sharing.

David Meade
Date: 11/21/2014 7:56:00 PM

Thank-you Robert and I agree with your comments -- I was trying to show the reader the two roads but I believe it's more of a distraction than a help. What out for the squirrel.

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