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A Soul Grown Cold

A Soul grown cold repenting for the lies to come, lays cast in addiction laced stains of anguished fantasies. With a tortured logic knowing the only way out is further in, the Beast awaits its dawn, waking only to be fed again. A circle that never arcs, scheming to envisage a new identity. Withered and weary pretenses that are no longer attended, never ending till the last taste is savored. Maybe tomorrow... 02/26/2020

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Line Gauthier

Date: 1/25/2021 6:09:00 PM

Wow - great poem about the torment of addiction. So glad it is published in the 2020 PS Anthology ~ well penned

Charlie Smith
Date: 1/29/2021 8:11:00 AM

Thank you Line...

Liam Mcdaid

Date: 6/10/2020 6:39:00 AM

the dawn in your words awaken in this masterly created piece charlie wishing you a blessed week bro

Charlie Smith
Date: 9/15/2020 4:29:00 PM

Thank you Liam...

Vladislav Raven

Date: 4/3/2020 8:36:00 AM

Hi Charlie, love the content of this dark piece. You paint such vivid imagery with your words. Such a deep write, my friend. The heart of addiction. A Fav. Have a wonderful Friday. Your friend always....Mike.

Charlie Smith
Date: 4/3/2020 11:48:00 AM

Thank you so much Mike...

David Smith

Date: 3/27/2020 3:28:00 PM

Well put Charlie. Hop your lock down space is not claustrophobic. No Deaths linked to virus as I write here in NZ. I am emailing poems out to all and sundry to keep them smiling, Recording for local radio this morning by phone. Regards David in NZ

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/27/2020 3:41:00 PM

Keep you head down David and keep the faith my friend, they're firing live rounds at us here in the states.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 3/21/2020 5:15:00 AM

Your poem contains that deep sadness of the soul caught in an endless circle of desperation. Wonderfully expressed Charlie. xxoo

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/21/2020 11:11:00 AM

Thanks Connie...

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 3/17/2020 1:27:00 PM

Your poem is awesomely powerful Charlie - I had to fave it. trapped in their addition, it seems there is no escape for them - but "Maybe tomorrow" ........ Blessings, Jennifer.

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/17/2020 3:52:00 PM

Thank you Jennifer...

Ralph Sergi

Date: 3/12/2020 9:33:00 AM

Hi Charles: Your poem has a deep impact. It took me 8 months to withdraw from prescription drugs , thanks to the support of my family.

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/14/2020 4:48:00 PM

Thank you Ralph and thank God for family...

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 3/9/2020 12:32:00 PM

Yes, it is very difficult for one to step away from the wayward woman of addiction that breathes down one’s neck. But I pray that the chains will be broken off our youth! I know such a one and also one that just died. God rain down deliverance on those lost to this agony. Deliver them from the evil one...in Jesus name.

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/14/2020 4:48:00 PM

Amen Kim...

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 3/9/2020 11:44:00 AM

Addictions bring the enslavement of body and soul. Will and determination are nullified. A person doesn't live just subsist . A very powerful poem dear Charlie.

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/14/2020 4:47:00 PM

Thank you Demetrios...

Constance La France

Date: 3/9/2020 11:22:00 AM

Charlie, a deep and emotional write, so many are trapped and can see no way out, the need "Never ending till the last taste is savored." wonderful _Constance

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/14/2020 4:47:00 PM

Thank you Constance...

Eileen Manassian

Date: 3/6/2020 5:54:00 PM

It's hard to break free. You wrote of this relentless cycle of addiction creatively. Blessings

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/7/2020 2:44:00 PM

Thank you Eileen...

Panagiota Romios

Date: 3/4/2020 1:00:00 PM

Addictions kill body and soul. However, many overcome them. Powerful poem about the beast. Always ready to pounce, kill and destroy. Hope stands awaiting..)) Panagiota xxx

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/4/2020 3:59:00 PM

Thank you Panagiota...

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 3/3/2020 6:58:00 PM

So many feelings attached on the treadmill of habit and obsession. You describe it so well, Great poerty Charlie, Thank you for sharing.

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/4/2020 3:58:00 PM

Thank you Pixie...

Constance La France

Date: 3/3/2020 6:42:00 PM

Charlie, a deep poem, love it and well done _Constance

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/4/2020 3:58:00 PM

Thank you Constance...

Eve Roper

Date: 3/2/2020 7:02:00 PM

How often does a soul have to repent to really break the chain. And the Beast savors each moment because it knows the weakness is always there. And, yes, maybe tomorrow if tomorrow ever comes. Fantastic , deep with emotion, Charlie. I hope I read it right.

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/4/2020 3:57:00 PM

You did Eve, thank you...

Paul Callus

Date: 3/2/2020 4:04:00 PM

It's been a long hard journey, and yet even in old age there is no peace. This is a poem which gives us food for thought, Charlie. Regards // paul

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/4/2020 3:55:00 PM

Thanks for the visit Paul...

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/1/2020 12:54:00 PM

- When the beast wakes up ... my first thought, Charlie ... a excellent dark poem - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/2/2020 3:27:00 PM

Thank you Ann-Lise...

Heidi Sands

Date: 2/29/2020 5:30:00 PM

You have described this well Charlie! Excellent :)

Charlie Smith
Date: 3/1/2020 12:06:00 PM

Thank you Heidi...

Silent One

Date: 2/29/2020 10:50:00 AM

A dark poem of a lost soul turned cold... Seems like a poem about addiction...

Charlie Smith
Date: 2/29/2020 4:23:00 PM

It was, but not just alcohol or drugs. Thanks SO...

Arturo Michael

Date: 2/29/2020 9:27:00 AM

A lot of wisdom in this one...it's the unquenchable thirst of life itself that makes some go to extremes...

Charlie Smith
Date: 2/29/2020 4:21:00 PM

Thank you Arturo...

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/28/2020 8:02:00 PM

oh that horrible never ending circle he has put himself in. you captured the dark mood here wonderfully.

Charlie Smith
Date: 2/29/2020 4:20:00 PM

Thank you Andrea...

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 2/27/2020 3:01:00 PM

This poem is fantastic Charlie! Those of us who are of a certain age are sure to identify with this wonderful poem! xxoo

Charlie Smith
Date: 2/29/2020 4:20:00 PM

Thank you Connie...

Peter Dome

Date: 2/27/2020 1:18:00 AM

Very well written. Very clever.

Charlie Smith
Date: 2/27/2020 11:07:00 AM

Thank you Peter...

Gershon Wolf

Date: 2/26/2020 9:41:00 PM

Chilling as chilling can be. Resonates b/c it is all too real. ~ Cold Turkey

Charlie Smith
Date: 2/26/2020 10:39:00 PM

Thanks Gerson..

Susan Ashley

Date: 2/26/2020 6:58:00 PM

Dear Charlie, you frame the dark mood of your poem with the exquisitely expressive phrasing of your gripping first line. The endless cycle spirals ever downward. I love this line: 'Withered and weary pretenses that are no longer attended/Never ending till the last taste is savored.' - so much said, Charlie, just so much. A brilliant piece from your talented pen and poetic soul. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan