I Hit The Dirt And Crept In Soul... Poem by RK

Today my veins are icy cold
Old obsessions have taken hold
Bold crystals pierce through my hand,
Stand, as I, on my body’s sand
And creep into once peaceful existence…

Reflections of myself expose
Those scattered obsessions none knows,
Grows memory, tainted then fades
Invades a soul, cold and long dead,
Afraid but not held back by resistance…

I can’t go back; Heart’s coffin’s sealed
Chilled; can’t be nurtured, can’t be healed
Killed by your torture, silently
Melancholy gets hold of me -
Free from curse of your codependence…

I’m relaxed, this cold sweat feels good;
Nude on floor, yet this solitude
Fortitude my interior,
Ensure that my soul has been cured
…Allure, as I search for my persistence…