Death grip

People bragged as they whispered about you
I was eager and impatient
To discover
If these rumours
They were true!

At last I found I had a chance
To take you into my arms
Where I hoped we'd find excitement
As I succumbed
To all your 'charms!'

At first you give such excitement
As I embraced you every night
But then you slowly
Started re-arranging
How I should live my life!

At first you took it nice and steady
When dictating all I had to do
Until my only reason for existing
Was my frantic
Search for you!

My dearest friends and family
Begged me to "for God's sake" let you go  -
You were my only reason now for breathing
I answered all their pleading
With a definite "No! No!"

You took me to those dizzy heights where only bluebirds
Soar and dip
Then sent to a place called Hell
Whilst locked in
Your Death Grip!

I'd heard the whispers and the rumours
As my friends all bragged 'bout you,
And I'd hoped to
Find excitement
Like so many youngsters seem to do.

At first it was very easy  - no real harm at all
But then I craved you more and more each day
And the more that you and I we bonded
All of reasoning
Seemed to fade away!

But as my life it ebbs away I cry "I didn't think
There was really any harm  -
I just thought I was being clever
When I first stuck
That needle in my arm!"


Copyright © 2005 Cora E. Barras
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