The Cost of Agriculture in Afghanistan

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    The Cost of Agriculture in Afghanistan

    Genesis:

    The Syringe pierces flesh.

    I wince at the pain

    The Plunger is Pushed

    My pupils dilate

    Blissful seconds:

    The caress of the creator

    Ripples through every fiber

    Euphoria comes in waves.

    Eroding the ache.

    Tortured hours:

    Temples throb

    Veins push rust.

    Skin like concrete

    Cold, cracked, cement.

    Wasted Years:

    The world moves around me

    Watching this life unfold

    As a voyeur

    A carbon copy, of a cardboard cut out.

    Of the person I used to be.

    Catharsis:

    My weakest moments are cyclical

    In the throes of denial

    I would sooner die tomorrow

    Than live one day at a time

     

     

     

     

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    Forestbird commented on The Cost of Agriculture in Afghanistan

    12-13-2010

    Many questions to you. Why you choose Darwin's image? How do you now all this fillings of Heroin addict? I do not know if it how it is really feels but sounds very convinsing. Good poem. Wold like to se more

    somethingclever

    12/13/2010

    Um, first of all I just like Darwin. Secondly I don't know anything about what it feels like to be a heroin addict. I simply try to empathize with the feelings of an addict. Thanks for reading, I am glad you enjoyed it.

    poetface commented on The Cost of Agriculture in Afghanistan

    08-31-2010

    Wow! This poem is something else! You are talented! My heart breaks for you.

    somethingclever

    08/31/2010

    Well thank you. i wrote this from the perspective of an addict though, its not about me.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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