The solemn crackhead

The solemn crackhead

A Poem by Skitsy

This poem is non-fiction as it was written in remembrance of a man I met one night who told me of his upsetting past being crackhead.


Yeah I put down this pipe of mine my precious,what would I do without you my beauty you feed me the fuel for my flame, I sit there looking for someone to blame, but there’s only me and the rock that is so special, I wonder if I’ll ever be able to get out of this tormenting trap or maybe that’s the game,

I’m alone because when all my friends clocked I was literally blocked from everyone’s path, a scar is all I ever was, a burden on society that was strangled quietly by the smoke,   

I'm a joke who’ll do anything for the coke.                               

I think about the old days, oh how I loved them I was a mothered calf.

A smoked filled coffin that I will die in and I hope I have my crack pipe to lie with,rock bottom of the barrel is where you will find my kind,like my friend Darrel who had a wife and lost it when he picked up the pipe and couldn't live because crack takes your mind,

It grabs the strands of dependency to pay for the addiction,   but now I’m a missionary collectively and presently trying to help the ones that got on crack to get back from their hell where they are lost in a deep inescapable constriction,

a dark deep well.                                                                                                                                                   

© 2014 Skitsy

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I love the title of this btw Cx and your wording is equally creative.

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Added on March 21, 2014
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