Wax Figurine Living On Molten Dreams

I am reading The Heroin Diaries for a second time and it inspired this little write.

 

 

Time is a cold reality

When tossed about

On the waves of infinity

Inside a storm of neglect.

Home is nothing more

Then a square white circle

Sectioned off and marked

       As evidence.

One sniff of the soul’s aura

Brings echoing cries

Of hell’s hounds taunting

       The lonely man in the moon.

When childhood is a prison

You’ve escaped from

Adulthood becomes

Solitary confinement.

The only refuge

Are those straitjacket lies

That wraps the mind

In sugar coated peace,

Till the saccharine melts

Inside a ring of fire

From Satan’s glare

Making your eyes a lit wick

And flesh the wax

When you burn the candle

At both ends.

 

Author's Note

I am reading The Heroin Diaries for a second time and it inspired this little write.

Reviews

[LonelySoul]

once standing tall and proud,passions ignighted along a trickling stream of hot wax,only to climax into a pool of reflection,of what it used to be and has now become...these lines hit hardest to my ears...
Home is nothing more
Then a square white circle
Sectioned off and marked
As evidence.

[A. Fischer]

Time is a cold reality
When tossed about
On the waves of infinity
Inside a storm of neglect.

Well done, Cowboy!

[emmajoy]

Home is just a space in which we find ourselves .. just as childhood is. We get trapped in it, aware of weaknesses, of fear, of too much or of too little - we try to compensate and too often make matters worse?

'When childhood is a prison ~ You’ve escaped from ~ Adulthood becomes ~ Solitary confinement.'

Not sure if my interpretation of your wonderful poem is right .. but what's true, Dale, is that you've written an intensely powerful poem with many shadows and few lights which really hit home.

[An Ordinary Woman]

When you burn the candle At both ends ... mos def a truth there. you get my kudos, Cowboy. :)

[zombiikillah666]

oh gosh .
i really loved this.!
great poem (:

[J.P. Bristow]

wow---harsh..almost like curling up on the bathroom floor and liking it....seriously well done.

[Phibby Venable]

great write! burning the candle at both ends has its fine points.

[Taylor H.]

loved this :)

[Jane Doe]

I'm going to have read The Heroin Diaries, if it inspired this poem, it must be fantastic. I love the whole poem, but particularly enjoyed these lines.

'The only refuge

Are those straitjacket lies

That wraps the mind

In sugar coated peace'

A great poem!

[Audrie]

Oh, by the way, I hope you don't mind - I copied this piece just so I could have a copy of it. Of course your name is on their as the author

[Audrie]

my goodness! wow! Trip out! this is such an amazing piece of work. I captures the true essence of what a tortured spirit living inside our human forms might be feeling.
I don't know what else to say except that this poem shall remain in my memory.
is both haunting and beautiful - I love the combinations of realms. I really enjoy work that doesn't always has a happy ending. Furthermore, Even though this peace is sad it allows one to understand what the opposite must be.