Up in Smoke

Crumble me up

break all that keeps me together

pluck out my bones

plunk out my seeds

Open the blunt

lay me out

in a line

Roll me tight

set me ablaze

You treat me as your drug

getting high from misery

laughter from my pain

Inhaling these things

Watching my essence

go up in smoke

being taken by the ceiling fan

traveling with the winds

 pieces of my life

burning in red embers

slowly I wither

Reviews

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. heartbreaking and poignant beyond measure ...
. extremely powerful and expressive writing ...
. i wither too ... for the same reasons ...

[ivizarx]

abusive relationship perhaps the core subject? not widely experienced truly, but widely known, and always a varying experience from victim to victim, perhaps exaggerated in every one. the pain though experienced, is one that should be relative to everyone, for pain is an experience every being lives to see. an emotional scar can be taught to become equal to that of a person who has only felt physical pain, it is a job of a poet to teach, relate, and feel that emotional pain to that of the man who has only felt physical.
you're poetry is quite excellent, I find myself to be a fan, perhaps you would dwell into using more metaphorical, personification, and other types of writing.. using imagery to be relative to emotional concepts is a talent you very much have a accomplished at being well adept at, perhaps a training or attempt in other areas is my only occurring thought to be contemplated.