Poison Poem by Kathryn Brookins

One word spoken, is gone and in the past,
never to be taken back again, but forever lasts.
I always agreed with, watch what you say,
you can not take them back or make them go away...
and what do I do in the presence of you...
I forget those truths, and walk another shoe...
When you love someone and it is real..
you take up the reigns and feel, really feel...
no reason to lie or say harsh things..
we all know the pain those bring...
and yet here I have been, split in two..
doing all this wrong to my love, to you.
we are not perfect, we all have our faults,
but I certainly did not act as an adult.
I can not take back the wishy washy I performed...
or take back the raging storm..
the storm I caused to rise within you, from me..
but I swear it to be done... and no more hurting you will see..
love is not about hurting eachother in needless ways..
its about honor, truth, loyalty and promises of future days.
I have spoke of patients, where has mine been?
Do I think that only applys every now and then?
That is wrong, a wrong way to think..
I just want to shrival away, and shrink...
I have not shown love, but fear of the worst kind...
allowing harsh words to unfold and unwind...
where did that come from, where was the seed...?
planted in the poison of white mans drink..
I will not touch another, For poison has no place...
I will not continue to be a disgrace...
I will forgive myself in time, and the shame will fade,
But I will always remember the shames shade...
shade of color and emotion that it caused...
I will be steady and not be lost.
Level headed and understanding, with patients galore...
I will no longer act out when you open loves door...
There will not be another drink in my hand...
I see me now, I now understand..
it was me all this time, blocking the path....
I see now liquors math...
it is a destruction of a person who drinks it....
I will not be Jekle and Hide... I will not be a piece unfit.
I love you... I honestly do...
and I want no other.... but just only you..
I hope its not to late to turn this around..
although I would not blame you... if you were searching bound.
to find another to get far away from me...
I can only hope and cling to a prayer, its me you still see..
Rotten poison, it effects the mind, body and personality...
This is the truth of it, the pure reality...
I will not touch another,
I will not let white mans poison take me under.
Even if you leave me... for my unjust to you..
I will not take another sip... I promise you.
You mean the world to me...
this is all I know, and all I see.

By: Kathryn Brookins