Poem: "The Addict"

"The Addict"

The man stares back
at the mirror
and can't stand the sight
of himself
of what he has lost
and what he has become

He stares at the walls
they are bare
and unbelievably brutal
in their silence

The words fly onto the page
as he sits at the old desk
the electric typewriter a-buzzing
his mind feverishly at the controls

A bottle of vodka sits idly by
he fishes in his pocket for a cigarette
and lights it, taking a long drag
he leans back in the chair
and smiles to himself

She left long ago
the warm and beauty
that filled his life
is now no more

He gets up
grabs the vodka bottle
and steps outside for a moment
into the waiting rain

Taking a drink
he longs for sweet surrender
that never comes

He falls to his knees
praying for respite

As his demons coldly laugh
churning, twisting, writhing
the pain contorts his face
into a state of wickedly contented
bliss

Lest the world fades away
the final breath exhales.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo