Syringe Full of Reminiscence

poem by: Sara Pennada
Written on Nov 19, 2014

With just a kiss on the wrist he brings the warmth.

And a medicated life in a desolate place.

But is it not still a form of life?

This beautiful silver sliver sings of promise.

Promises of reticence and mortality.

Songs of futility and a new found sorrow.

It brings selfishness a whole new appellation.

Always the victim.

But never to blame.

Reckless little girl.

Can you find salvation before demise?

The tracks that lace her arms form a pattern of stars.

Stars she could never reach.

Each one a bitter elegy that no one seems to comprehend.

The rosary beads seem to be running out.

A rigorous fight for freedom.

A sincere prayer for her return.

I pray you return.

 

Tags: depressing, deep, pain, dark, fear,

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ann parks commented:
Hey Sara! hope your'e ok in the bad weather....just watching it on our uk news. This poem is brilliant. It made me sad as I've known young ones that left us before they should because of drugs..and the effects of being users like depression (including my cousin). seak soon ....Ann
ann parks commented:
Sorry typo:speak soon! Ann

 

 

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