Monkey's Embrace


She huddles against the wind and rain
In a bus shelter that she knows
Offers nothing, only temporary respite
From the storm that rages all around,
Wondering where in this world 
Her next trick may manifest himself,
The heroin monkey in her system 
Demanding to to fed, regardless of
What performance she may have to give 
To earn the money for her next fix.

It is a constant battle, her urgent need against
Her acquiescence to inhumane, soul-killing acts
That must be done to earn the money required
To buy her a few moments of euphoria,
Of escape from her miserable existence,
Only to be renewed again and again
In an endless cycle of physical hurt 
Versus the availability of those who will pay
For her demeaning services, no limit 
To what she will do for the money

A middle-class princess, she grew into
A beauty, sought by modeling gurus,
Where she soon succumbed to the trap
Of drugs required for weight control and
A sparkling personality, only to find herself
No longer requested for assignments, not wanted,
Known as erratic and, worse, undependable
For calls from top-echelon agencies,
Leading to a decline in her career
And her eventual turn to the dark side.

So she survives in the netherworld
Not caring much about what might have been,
Cherishing her still considerable, if fading, beauty,
Taking on any who will pay to use her,
Accepting her lot in life as one who,
On sober reflection, acquiesces to Fate,
Waiting for her savior who will never come,
Who really doesn't exist and never has,
But who, in her mind, might be at the end
Of her next phone call, her next liaison.



Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 12/1/2017 9:01:00 PM
I find this poem to be very sad. It is like the person is trying to get out but is stuck and can not do so. So very sad. Have a nice evening my friend. Good night.
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Terry Reeves
Date: 12/2/2017 9:00:00 AM
Thank you for your comment, Darlene. Yes, it is sad to think of the power of drug addiction. It seems to be everywhere. Best to you. Terry
Date: 11/27/2017 3:05:00 PM
I'm used to seeing only the limerick side of John! I am in total agreement with his assessment! Powerful and succinct, I echo his words... they're mine too! Lovesies luscious Terry!!! xxx
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Terry Reeves
Date: 11/27/2017 3:51:00 PM
Thank you so much, Jack. I appreciate your nice comment. Best to you always. Terry
Date: 11/25/2017 10:35:00 AM
Wow - powerful message as to how easily life can turn. Superbly narrated. Great poem, Terry.
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Terry Reeves
Date: 11/25/2017 10:40:00 AM
Yes, addiction is such a tragedy for many. Thank you for your insightful comment. It is much appreciated. Best to you. Terry
Date: 11/1/2017 8:47:00 AM
Reflecting on this after many reads, a couple of lines stand out: "Waiting for her savior who will never come, Who really doesn't exist and never has," — this, to me cuts to the core of our addictive personalities more than any other description I've heard or read. Powerful and succinct. Triple wowsa is not enough, so I'll add, EXCELLENT PEN! ~ j
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Date: 11/1/2017 9:35:00 AM
I'm surprised by your response. Somehow I didn't expect anyone to have anything to say about this dark truth. Thank you so very much for your comment. Yes, she thought her savior would be here any minute. Sad delusion. Last I heard was she was in South America somewhere. I think we all yearn for things we can't have. Is that the same thing? Your EXCELLENT PEN award is a real treasure. Thanks and best to you. TR
Date: 10/30/2017 8:13:00 PM
Sad commentary on the fall of human possibilities, the need to survive and the pain associated with our life choices. Well presented Terry.
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Date: 10/30/2017 8:34:00 PM
Thank you, James, for your wise comment. It's such a dark subject to write but important to know about, too. Addiction is a slow suicide in so many cases. Best to you. Terry