He
found a way to do his will
And
now he is in his place,
Like
a picture he lies there still –
Gazing
blankly into blank space.
The
light shines in his sad eyes
Yet
there’s not a flicker or a flinch,
His
senses have said their goodbyes
And
now he does not move an inch.
The
noises in the background
Cannot
plant their loud seed,
Although
he hears their sound
He
does not feel the need to heed.
Gone
are his sad pains for now
As
he travels in his mad mind,
When
he wakes he’ll realise how
His
troubles weren’t left behind.
But
for now he is content
To
lie and waste away,
Until
his mind is spent
From
being high that way.
©
Andrew Stevenson 29/01/2018
A poem written from a perspective.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Powerful poem, Andrew! one of my principals told me once that kids get into drugs because they are trying to self-medicate and alleviate the pain in their lives. Drug addiction is tragic and such a waste. I think you captured the numbing of the pain so well! All the best to you, my friend!
ReplyDeleteThank you Louise, for your kind words. It's a shame when youngsters turn to drugs, such a waste. I have some old school friends who are junkies, and speak to them on occasion. They have my sympathy for their hardship with battling their addictions! Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
DeleteMost vividly expressed and well written Andrew. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteTake care.
Yvonne.
Thank you Yvonne, for your kind words. And you are welcome. Take good care. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
DeleteYour words paint a lively picture.. hope those sad eyes can start to sparkle again.. love and light joy
ReplyDeleteThank you Joy, for your kind words. Love and light to you too. Blessings. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Delete