You Caused This Suffering
You Caused this Suffering …
In the clear parallel of unburdening one’s self,
In myriad wealths of truth foretelling of this hell
These journals scribed of hurtles, of circuses of health,
With evils that have surfaced
The devil’s clientele
With headaches on repeat,
for blankets and some sheets
The streets are welcoming to those who feel so incomplete
Replete with scars of civil war and syringes onto meat
The scrubs in rainbow color shirts come searching for a beat
How many welcome hands abound, can save a child alone
The engraver fit with steady limbs engraves upon your stone
Alone the soul begins to moan, arrested by its death
The priest with crosses gripping tight, narrate with voided breath.
In salty silence comes the groans, the tears pooled near the lace
The human grimace of defeat, a motif frown’s embrace
Is this what life’s beholden to, so ravaged by disgrace
Confused by recent mishaps, and now a frozen face.
Life is like a kaleidoscope, so broken at its core,
As each day is annexed to itself, the mind is waging war
The spectres of day engulf the light and reach for more,
And the drug store knows of this, and opens up its door.
So shallow pleas are gibberish, that never held a voice
Facades of sad indifference, that never had a choice.
That inner child once rejoiced, now sounds vociferous,
Unmindful of what he employs, so ripe with ignorance.
The psyche mingled with the ghosts, the voices in your head
They promulgate what’s needed most, or claim you’ll end up dead.
The narrative that’s been on coast, is that they fix your dread
These ghosts deserved an inner toast, they up and made their bed-
Embedded in your inner head, the body was consigned
Your soul was feeble, sapping slow, just like a weeping pine.
They found you with a sweeter smile, just laying there supine
The dealers no more at your door, because your life resigned.
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So very sad, yet oh so sadly common in this world. Your excellently penned syllabic poem brings out the hard facts and emotions, Paul. I commend you for having 14 syllables per line – this is not easy to do while maintaining the story line so well. Great work.
Thank you so much Phyllis. It took me a while to write this one. I scraped and rewrote many lines. It is a bit challenging to do 14 lines in general, but I do love a challenge. Thank you again. I have a 2nd part I might post too.
Powerful words and message Paul. Very strong verse well condensed into 14 syllable lines. Thank you for sharing. Jamie
You did a wonderful job Paul. I can imagine how difficult it must have been to put together 14 lines, it would be a task for me as well. I’ve seen what you pen of here Paul, living on the streets as a lad, I too participated of the fruits of the drug scene, thankfully I was able with help to clean myself up and get back into the mainstream of living. Although never injected myself with drugs, I did my share of hash, mushrooms and weed. I haven’t smoked a joint in over 10 years now, strictly a wine and beer drinker. You manifested a beautiful piece her my friend, always delighted to read your work when I am in here. I’ve been away for a spell, but hope to enjoy more of your brilliant offerings sir, your are a magnificent wordsmith.