Attic

A poem about the feelings one would feel watching someone go through an obsession or addiction.

Bind me in this quaqmire,
Denied of any true pleasure,
Crush me at the psyche,
I'm under heavy pressure.

Oh let God find me,
Cause you can't tell me why,
The addict's in my attic,
An addict within your mind.

The snake creeping through the attic,
Creeking on these floor boards,
I feel as though I'm lesser,
On this throne, crown of thorns.

And at this stage of saddest,
Cause you can;t tell me why,
Manic, I'm such a sadist,
Maybe its within my mind.

A heart thrown into the fire,
This inferno within gray eyes,
Crush me with my thinking,
I've lost all of my third sight.

Oh let God find me,
Cause he can't tell me why,
The addict's in your attic,
and its taxing my mind.

Lost in ash and shadow,
Take it like your grain,
I feel as though I'm lesser,
And can't really explain.

And at this stage I'm saddest,
Cause I can't grasp why,
I'm such a manic sadist,
Can you help my mind?

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

This is such an amazing piece of writing and flowed so beautifully well..

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Eternal sadness is what I feel here.. more so than addiction however the addiction may have caused sadness.. well written and carefully thought out.. thank you for sharing this writing as we all have sad moments..