sometimes i just can't hold all this inside me and must write it out.
falling into the infected wounds of addiction
from the time i carried him
birthed him
nursed him
raised him
protected him
expected him
accepted him
loved him
ached for him
cried for him
laughed for him
acted a fool for him
schooled him
ruled for him
sent him out the door
i prayed for him
all those times,
i gave everything i had for my baby boy
my first boy
my son,
Heroin addicted son
tells me lies
steals from me
kills me every day
as he pleads for more from me
it is silent
and i hide it
as the decay destroys
ev er y
cell
inside my soul
so
i find ways
to live
clinging to sides
of the tallest buildings in my mind
along empty streets
my fingers are raw
my nails are torn
the weight of my withering body
pulls
me
down
and soon i will
just
let
go
when i look down all i see
are his opened wounds
bleeding out my blood
as i fall into myself.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2017-02-01 at 21:43
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