I rotted something in my brain
When I first tasted dopamine on my tongue.
I rotted the stoic parts of my blood,
Tore down the strong stone walls of my resolve
The first time I felt something fill my veins.
.
Emptiness had followed me around,
Swallowed me since I learned to toddle,
And then it was gone.
Fled from my system like a flock of migrating birds.
They died over the winter and never came back.
.
I am alone.
In this hunger,
In this thirst,
In this impossible desire to dip my hands into the stream of pleasure
And feel something.
.
I feel nothing, nothing, nothing
And then a wonderful spark of everything all at once.
Thirty seconds, two minutes, then five.
And then it is gone again,
Lost to the drowning tide of emptiness inside.
.
Take me away
To a place where my footsteps won't print in the snow
And the mud won't have a chance to suck my boots into the ether.
Take me away to a place where emotions are frequent
And this emptiness never had a chance to be born.
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Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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Wow Loved it!
This whole poem is achingly raw. And the last stanza carries such a mournful wish that was quite searing. A stunning and staggering poem, Silver.
So deep and beautifully written!
How we crave to feel everything and nothing at all. great poem