Gabriel Gardner

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Drug Addiction

Once more, like a perpetual cycle lasting into eternity, I have witnessed my own kinsman become overwhelmed, yet again, the most fatal addiction to substance abuse.

I have developed a means of handling such situations as an experienced and hardened individual, gaining strength in the ability to resist the strongest of emotions.

Yet even after taming such emotions; guilt, hatred and loneliness, provide the first examples of what comes to mind, the presence of something different this time.

Even if often it is not expressed, as my stoic conviction frequently prevails, the hatred that is imprisoned within one’s mind, so vast one cannot conceive.

What it has done to my family, not for what it has done to me, for I can handle myself, hatred is felt for what it has done to my family.

Memory of my father, eyes filled with tears, retreating into the dark to sob alone, the overwhelming somber a grown man feels, witnessing his father fetal positioned in such a helpless way, should never exist.

Grown man of twenty-four, equivocally strong in physical and mental capacity, provides no means of protection from the torment a soul felt in watching his own father cry.

The unchallenged voice of everything good, one is left hopeless in the powers to be, that when this source is brought to tears in such a way, only evil is assumed to prevail.

Evil, manifested in such a way, that a once beloved kinsman dubbed my brother, left embodied only with corruption, no longer existing in the light once known.

It is unknown and unexplainable, the hardened conviction of emotions once held, rapidly dissipates, and everything is different this time.

A new emotion was born, for better or for worse, most certainly for worse, only time shall convict; the irony of fear is, its arrival is fearful in itself.

Despite the perpetual nature of the monster, continuous conflict that would deplete the will of any man, the origin of a fear that one has never felt, one that longs for the lost brother.

Where has the brother gone, only the monster knows; but any hope lies in what the brother knows, shall he ever possess the will to return?

The arrival of fear, consuming ones mind like no other emotion shall, a product of losing faith, the very hope, the very will, that the hidden brother shall ever return.

The greatest triumph of fear, less in the process of actualizing a fear, the triumph itself is rarely triumphant; fear is most glorious in the tormented soul.

The decrepit monster shall forever rule the kingdom, enslaving the soul for eternity, no longer exists a brother once loved, only an emaciated body, a product of a substance.

Remaining, an isolated monster, cannibalizing the body, left with no utility, purpose or value, the once precious body is now only void.

Beloved brother, son and friend, shall forever remain lost, wandering the vast emptiness, what was once a source of bountiful life, is left only with disease-ridden decay.

A monster’s purpose is in lacking, meaning and reason, most cherished by the human; the monster is fulfilled with nonexistence, no value to gain, no utility can be earned, life as such is not to be considered life at all.

The monster destroyed a family, yet undeserving mother and father, such torture they must endure, for the hope that they will glimpse into the eyes they once loved.
Is this hope enough to endure, an eternity of grief, to love another, with only faith to tell that it is not true, the beloved is gone forever.

Acceptance, perched on the shoulder like a conscience, undisturbed by what one must do, relinquishing hope forever, emotions alongside.

The monster destroyed a family, murdering the life of my brother, imprisoning one’s own kin, constrained by the monster indefinitely.

The shackles need to be broken, or the family must endure, the prison is that of the monster, must be treated as such.

No soul left to save, no value left to measure, the body of the monster shall be taken, destroying the prison it holds, the slavery of my brother is abolished, only in death is this achieved.

In life, a brother, son and friend, felt nothing more than pain, he was tortured; with the end of a life, a brother, son and friend, feels no more pain, and will be set free.

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