Lust For Life Poem by siddharth singh.
Lust For Life
Discontented heart and a restless soul,
unaware i was of my goals.
Alcohol, cocaine, hashish and grass
transformed me to a creature crass.
They pervaded the blood in my veins
squandered me to world obscure,
where enlightenment was feign.
There, euphoria didn't differ from pain.
A drizzle felt like deluge, a whisper like roar.
Where the breeze was a storm,
It was a world with no rules no norms.
When the monsters exited my veins,
my blood burned with fire,
bringing me down the spiral
melting me into an uninsurable mess.
The hallucinatory clouds quickly dissipated
bringing to me, numbness i hardly anticipated.
Such felt the lights glare, i hid from its flair,
surrendered myself to darkness and gloom.
Grappling with questions,
i gave in to the temptation.
They took me to a world so high
far from grievances and sighs.
Little did i know,
my ship struggling to dropp anchor
drifted me away from the shore of my life.
Being a recluse was no longer an excuse.
Empathy, loath, rebuke, resentment
in keeping me company, were all redundant.
From my eyes fell tears of blood,
for i was drowning in a flood.
Helpless one day, i found myself on bed.
My mother's palm gently stroking my forehead.
I was surrounded by moist eyes
all of them wearing an honest disguise,
making me feel i would still find my light,
that my future was shining bright.
Such intense was my lust for life, then.
Death was waiting to stake it's claim on my life, when.
very meaningful...a self-awakening.. an eye-opener piece... it sends a great message I like this piece..very wholesome 10+++ lovelots, Maia
its said that a good poem is never completed, its abandoned. very profound in nature, you seems to progress with every new poem.. with lots of love and luck...10++++++ Preeti
Lust for life, what is life? Breaking free, It is not about me... It is not about me... Life is not about me... After i realized this.. I finally began life.
Very powerful write. Frightening in its intensity! I'm thankful every day of my life that I do not know the world of drugs, and find it heartbreaking to read things such as your poem that enlighten me as to the horrible place the world of addiction to drugs is! Great job! Anna
Little did i know, my ship struggling to dropp anchor drifted me away from the shore of my life. Being a recluse was no longer an excuse. Empathy, loath, rebuke, resentment in keeping me company, were all redundant. great write great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
‘…My mother's palm gently stroking my forehead./I was surrounded by moist eyes…’ Just one 3 words ‘VICTORY UNTO MOTHER….’ ] 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK
this poem throws up some very pertinent question related to life...
'Grappling with questions, i gave in to the temptation' Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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So many are tempted by the false glitter of the drug induced world; but the true gold is found with those who love you. A well written, thought provoking piece. Well done. Irene