Light Abandonment

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Light Abandonment

GROWING OLDER EACH DAY AND SICKER AS WELL
I SLOWLY DECENDED INTO A SELF-INDUCED HELL
GIVING UP ON A FUTURE  ON PEOPLE  AND LIFE
MY SLOW PAINFUL  SELF HATRED WAS THE SLOW TURNING KNIFE
NO FOOD FOR MY NOURISHMENT NO FOOD FOR MY SOUL
ONLY  SLOW POISENING CHEMICALS TO FILL MY GUTS HOLE
DARKER AND DARKER SWEATING POISEN FROM POURS
AND SICKLY WAKING IN MORNING REALIZING I WAS NOW LIVING OUTDOORS
SPIRALING DOWNWARD SO SICK NOW WITH DIRT AS MY BED
PHYSHICALLY AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS BUT SPIRITUALLY DEAD
NOT ALLOWING THE HELP OF ANOTHERS WORD OR TOUCH
JUST ISOLATION AND DARKNESS OF WHICH BOTH I HAD MUCH
MY MIND WAS DECLINING AND BREATH ALMOST SIEZED
MY MIND BODY AND SOUL WERE SURELY DECEASED
BIENG STRIPPED OF ALL GOOD AND LEFT WITH MY LEAST
I ABANDONED ALL LIGHT AND BECAME A SICK BEAST

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tenderpoison commented on Light Abandonment

06-08-2009

I am glad I read this...and I'm glad that you are obviously returned from your sojourn in the land of the dead...I read your reply in the comments..my cousin, whom I loved dearly, OD'ed on H....after a lifetime of abuse and addiction. I am honored to have read this, and thank you for sharing you experiences...hopefully it will serve as a warning. well done.

robear

06/11/2009

Thankyou for your kind comments. I am a drug and alcohol counselor at a treatment center trying to help others who are trying to get well.

papertears commented on Light Abandonment

06-07-2009

Wow...this is good! I've been there too..only i didn't stay outside and the poison was one of the poisons that has taken over many a soul...and it is legal and our own profit from it!

jenifer commented on Light Abandonment

06-07-2009

i felt some of that way for a while in my life being as my seizues had me sickly for years. good luck.

robear

06/07/2009

Thankyou for your comment. That was 10 years ago in my addiction to heroin. I am now clean

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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