As I mentioned yesterday, I am trying to take addiction head-on in a new book of poetry that I'm working on. My goal is to finish it sometime this year. In a way, I'm just trying to make sense of my life, and who I am. But, really, who isn't trying to do that?
I'm leery about posting my poems online. It's weird for me, because I don't usually share them with everyone, or anyone. But, the poem is here. I hope it shows the destructive nature of our addictive lifestyles. Feel free to leave a comment or two to let me know what you think about it. Hope you enjoy!
He clenched a ball of fire in his fist
And ate it like you would eat an apple
Bite by bite.
He wished it didn’t burn so much
But what can you do when you’re addicted to the
His mother caught him licking live coals
When he was fourteen.
Ever since then
He’d been afraid of losing his tongue.
So now he just inhales the heat
And tastes the flames.
But still, he misses the feel
Of the coals
Searing his tongue.
Maybe just one last ember.