Date with the needle

Date with the needle

A Poem by KeeD
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Take a deep breath before you start reading so the music can kick in.

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Lately, I've stared into the void
The darkness in life is all too bright
Everything I've built now destroyed
How does a mother continue to fight

Welcome to the green mile
A cemetery for the living, waiting to die
Another outcast, an exile
Struggling to find a way to say goodbye

I just want my child to know, 
Tomorrow I have a date with the needle
If you wonder why I had to go
Today, I would like to apologize to you, of all people


Dear Leo,
It's mom
I love you son
I know you're hurting
But it's alright
I'll watch out for you
Tuck you in every night
You're probably too small to understand
But someday you'll become a great man
I would like you to know mom's innocent
The drugs I carried in, were to pay rent
Drugs lead me to an early death
A haunting thought I'm dealing with
Become the man I dreamt you would
An honest man, a man that stands for good
Baby time is running out
It's too late to get my life sorted out
But baby don't you worry, not one bit
Just be good and learn to live with it
You'll be okay
You'll always find your way
And even now when my time is up
Just know mom's smiling, she hasn't given up
Baby, I'll always be your mom
Never will I forget you son

My last meal arrives
The tears continue to drop
Justice takes our lives 
Till the drug trade stops

The last rights read
Smile on my face
Soon to be dead
Remembering you embrace

Hands clasped tight
The needle penetrates skin
I can feel my lungs start to fight
As the lethal chemicals win

Final breath close
Am I still alive?
Leo's cute nose
time of death 12:45


© 2017 KeeD



Author's Note

KeeD
just an idea I got this afternoon, any feedback appreciated


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You're touched by something higher my friend. This is so perfect, and well written, in feeling, in touch, in element, in story telling, in bringing over the daily news, almost, of how hard life can be, and how real the facts are. You left me reading, feeling, and pausing here many times, an emotional lump in my throat, of beauty, of pureness, I can't describe. Some poets are bringing it over, but you really touch... I'm in awe of your talents, and skill with this one, (a hard one to write about). But this happens in life. I feel you're a invisible journalist of purity, this was utterly fantastic. If you could see my arms right now, they have goosebumps. (happens not often).

Thank you for being the man and poet you are, and for sharing your mind/thoughts, with us all.

- Elisa

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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The sinking feeling... The heart break, the message. It's all so very powerful. I could feel every word

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


KeeD

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks hun, you've reviewed this one before, I just edited it up a whole bunch so it flows better no.. read more
Stunningly sad, though an epic never-the-less !

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Powerful writing and image you painted with this one. I just kept thinking "what happens next." For something so sad it was a pleasure to read. You got the "mommy" in me feeling all...emotional. Very nice.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ah this is fantastic dude, the emotion just seethes off the page and latches on to the readers soul. Not an easy thing to do and a talent in of itself. You my friend have a talent with words. Some word choice I didn't particularily like, they fell flat in some areas but for the most part it kept a steady consistant flow and tone throughout the piece. Very well done man.

Posted 4 Years Ago


You're touched by something higher my friend. This is so perfect, and well written, in feeling, in touch, in element, in story telling, in bringing over the daily news, almost, of how hard life can be, and how real the facts are. You left me reading, feeling, and pausing here many times, an emotional lump in my throat, of beauty, of pureness, I can't describe. Some poets are bringing it over, but you really touch... I'm in awe of your talents, and skill with this one, (a hard one to write about). But this happens in life. I feel you're a invisible journalist of purity, this was utterly fantastic. If you could see my arms right now, they have goosebumps. (happens not often).

Thank you for being the man and poet you are, and for sharing your mind/thoughts, with us all.

- Elisa

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i just felt like i wanted in some way to console the speaker here...

what a traumatic experience for this young one to try to understand...

what made her do the things she did to have to die this way...and leave a puzzled, confused child behind...to grow up so fast...

cute will be short lived...weathered even at an early age will be more like it.

i felt very involved in this poem as i read it...you have a tendency to cause that effect with your writing, kee!

jacob

Posted 4 Years Ago


KeeD

4 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob, that's such an amazing compliment. I respect you a lot and for you to say that mean.. read more
There is so much depth and emotion in your imagery and words I am truly impressed, Keegan. I am quickly becoming a fan of your work. Though sad, its a very creative piece, you clearly have an artistic gift, keep writing, and i'll keep reading!!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Well dang, that's a tearjerker. I love the stanza that starts "Hey prison guard..."

Read this a couple times and each time, it got better. Nice work.

Posted 4 Years Ago


I cant even begin to say ow saddening this piece is. I mean im literally in tears here. There is so much depth, so much emotion, and you clearlry conveyed the imagery. Great work

Posted 4 Years Ago


KeeD

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much that's the effect I was going for, not being a parent myself or for that matter a .. read more
The Girl That Let You Go

4 Years Ago

For not being a parent yourself you have done bloomin well. There was so much power in motherdears w.. read more

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A teen boy gets killed, but trades his soul for another chance. He changes. A girl notices the new boy with silver eyes.

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Added on January 13, 2013
Last Updated on September 29, 2017
Tags: Sad, love, prison, death

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KeeD
KeeD

Mumbai, India, India



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Hey i'm Kee, 27 years old and come from the culturally blessed land of India. I'm an amateur poet at best and I spill my writes out to music and current emotion. Leave a review and I'll be happy to re.. more..

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