Chris Newlash


Methods - Poem by Chris Newlash

There is no logic, no math, no rhyme.
A toxic path, time after time.
The glass will break and the ice will melt.
Drugs can't erase your pain that's felt.

The hurt will be back, and I will not.
Loneliness will: surround and haunt.
When you take your breath of meth
I can only wish you on your very best.

I'll never understand the song you whisper,
A crystal chime, a sinister figure.
Try to sleep now; become rested
As I leave, and brood your meth-head method.

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction, leaving


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a poem about a very troubled ex-lover. In the end, if people truly want to change, they'll do it if you're in their life or not. Respect yourself and your existence enough to put yourself in an environment and relationship that is safe and loving, and don't settle for anything less.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 3, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, April 3, 2015


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