Epitaph Of An Addict Poem by heather chernen

Stalking him;
Always now,
In the daylight or down city streets, no matter.
Sleek-a panther,
It's coat cast obsidian and under the moon.

Behind him, or in front
Clutching deeply until each appendage of self falls victim;
The brain, the belly
And then the heart unwittingly surrenders.


And the heart.

For although it assuages his fear, it absorbs the essence of the spirit.
It has given inexplicable sorrow a name!
And although the symptoms are in juxtaposition
Nonetheless, it defines the nature of his disease.
In this, he has found the substance for his epitaph!

And you, who are behooved by deadly youth's penchant
For morbidity;
Seize now, his eyes, glance for glance,
And answer this question which bind his life to a name!

Who can be so blind
As to assume that one is amongst the living
Because you see him walking?
Because his lungs expand
And so much toxic air is absorbed and expelled.