Poison

He was my own personal vile of poison. I drank him happily.

I fell in love with Poison, once.

It’s easy to say no to it,

when you’re just the observer.

But once it gets a chance to slip past your lips…

On the tongue so bitter,

it burns the taste buds to sweetness.

You swallow and it seeps into your brain.

 

It consumes you.

 

It drowns you.

 

It haunts you.

 

Poison follows each action you take,

never letting it get too far behind.

It buzzes on the tip of each nerve ending.

 

You can never forget

The taste of Poison

 

Sympathy has no place in the mind of Poison.

Poison is animal,

Only intent on getting its feed.

 

Soon the brain is blackened,

festering at the crown.

Poison grips the heart because the

Brain is not enough.

Not good enough for Poison.

 

The heart starts to suffocate

On its own blood.

Yet in that suffocation,

The heart wishes to embrace the poisonous hand

Clenching at the organ.

The heart wants nothing more than to encourage the parasite.

 

The mind struggles to regain consciousness.

Tries to forget �"

Tries to fight back…

Though weakened  - used to be so much stronger,

Stronger than this Poison infiltrating this body.

 

But Poison wraps chains and nails around it,

Making the body heave to the ground

Pounding the cement with bloodied fists in attempt to

Break Free.

 

It’s not until Time begins to rust at the metals

That Poison becomes diluted.

Slowly the wounds stitch the flesh back together,

Leaving but scars

To show the next wandering Victims

Who dare to fall in love with Poison.

 

Reviews

[Bobby]

This poem is possible to understand in so many ways. I like it that you didn't get restricted by rhymes or rythm. That makes it feel so natural and sweet. And for the poem. I like the start. It builds up slowly, then it gives you a short break before the building up against the climax. An then, at the last chapter, I felt peace. And I loved that feeling of a warning in the end. Love, Bob Walker!