Charlie Smith Poet Free verse

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 January 25, 2021 at 6:09 PM Wow - great poem about the torment of addiction. So glad it is published in the 2020 PS Anthology ~ well penned Charlie Smith January 29, 2021 at 8:11 AM Thank you Line...

Liam Mcdaid June 10, 2020 at 6:39 AM the dawn in your words awaken in this masterly created piece charlie wishing you a blessed week bro Charlie Smith September 15, 2020 at 4:29 PM Thank you Liam...

Vladislav Raven April 3, 2020 at 8:36 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 April 3, 2020 at 11:48 AM Thank you so much Mike...

David Smith March 27, 2020 at 3:28 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 March 27, 2020 at 3:41 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 March 21, 2020 at 5:15 AM Your poem contains that deep sadness of the soul caught in an endless circle of desperation. Wonderfully expressed Charlie. xxoo Charlie Smith March 21, 2020 at 11:11 AM Thanks Connie...

Jennifer Proxenos March 17, 2020 at 1:27 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 March 17, 2020 at 3:52 PM Thank you Jennifer...

Ralph Sergi March 12, 2020 at 9:33 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 March 14, 2020 at 4:48 PM Thank you Ralph and thank God for family...

Kim Rodrigues March 9, 2020 at 12:32 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 March 14, 2020 at 4:48 PM Amen Kim...

Demetrios Trifiatis March 9, 2020 at 11:44 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 March 14, 2020 at 4:47 PM Thank you Demetrios...

Constance La France March 9, 2020 at 11:22 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 March 14, 2020 at 4:47 PM Thank you Constance...

Eileen Manassian March 6, 2020 at 5:54 PM It's hard to break free. You wrote of this relentless cycle of addiction creatively. Blessings Charlie Smith March 7, 2020 at 2:44 PM Thank you Eileen...

Panagiota Romios March 4, 2020 at 1:00 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 March 4, 2020 at 3:59 PM Thank you Panagiota...

Mystic Rose Rose March 3, 2020 at 6:58 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 March 4, 2020 at 3:58 PM Thank you Pixie...

Constance La France March 3, 2020 at 6:42 PM Charlie, a deep poem, love it and well done _Constance Charlie Smith March 4, 2020 at 3:58 PM Thank you Constance...

Eve Roper March 2, 2020 at 7:02 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 March 4, 2020 at 3:57 PM You did Eve, thank you...

Paul Callus March 2, 2020 at 4:04 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 March 4, 2020 at 3:55 PM Thanks for the visit Paul...

Anne-Lise Andresen March 1, 2020 at 12:54 PM - When the beast wakes up ... my first thought, Charlie ... a excellent dark poem - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Charlie Smith March 2, 2020 at 3:27 PM Thank you Ann-Lise...

Heidi Sands February 29, 2020 at 5:30 PM You have described this well Charlie! Excellent :) Charlie Smith March 1, 2020 at 12:06 PM Thank you Heidi...

Silent One February 29, 2020 at 10:50 AM A dark poem of a lost soul turned cold... Seems like a poem about addiction... Charlie Smith February 29, 2020 at 4:23 PM It was, but not just alcohol or drugs. Thanks SO...

Arturo Michael February 29, 2020 at 9:27 AM A lot of wisdom in this one...it's the unquenchable thirst of life itself that makes some go to extremes... Charlie Smith February 29, 2020 at 4:21 PM Thank you Arturo...

Andrea Dietrich February 28, 2020 at 8:02 PM oh that horrible never ending circle he has put himself in. you captured the dark mood here wonderfully. Charlie Smith February 29, 2020 at 4:20 PM Thank you Andrea...

Connie Marcum Wong February 27, 2020 at 3:01 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 February 29, 2020 at 4:20 PM Thank you Connie...

Peter Dome February 27, 2020 at 1:18 AM Very well written. Very clever. Charlie Smith February 27, 2020 at 11:07 AM Thank you Peter...

Gershon Wolf February 26, 2020 at 9:41 PM Chilling as chilling can be. Resonates b/c it is all too real. ~ Cold Turkey Charlie Smith February 26, 2020 at 10:39 PM Thanks Gerson..

Susan Ashley February 26, 2020 at 6:58 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

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