'Black World' - A poem about addiction
Black eyes in a coldened gaze
Black sky for a freezened state
A black world that isn’t so deep
A messy set of feeling that isn’t thrilling
Touching for that punches my fingers
Running won’t work but a somehow reeks for reason within it
Only to find nothing next minute
There’s no sensibility each time I’m aware
Of how unclear when I touch beyond my repair
My eyes are black as I cannot see myself, oh dear
I feel like I’m trapped in eternal sleep of a disastrous nightmare
I cannot speak of it, I cannot understand it
Even so it won’t reason with me
As I’m blind when the reek of temptation fills me
I wish at this point for it to go away
For the desires that fuel me, disgusting desires
Eternal sleep of a disastrous nightmare
How can I open my eyes and say truly?
“Temptation is only black, not white”
I try, and try, and try, I try every time to see where myself relies in this world
But it’s still cold and black that I cannot see…but do I wish to move? Do I dare too?
Deep down inside there’s fillings that reside
Loneliness, guilt, shame, a big black depression that fills me with rage
Temptation enables the shame but yet I won’t listen to the me who can see
But for such a person to exist would be too easy not-to miss
Scared for such a person, scared of themself, scared to be clever, scared to be everything
And I’m blinded each time I hurt myself because of it
Each time I dig in and give in to temptation
What a black world that I’ve dug myself in…