Self-Destruction Poem by Skylark Woodrow

I see you there, old friend, time and time again,
Drawn to the poisons of this world.
All you want is another drink,
Smoke,
Night out "wild and free".
But that freedom is only a temporary illusion whilst the chains bind you all the more,
Leading you down a path of self-destruction.
When the illusion fades into reality you'll see why I've been so worried all along.

At one moment you'll feel like you're flying
...and the next...
Your chains will halt you in your tracks;
Chains so heavy you can hardly breathe.
They'll pull you this way and that, to things you once thought you enjoyed,
But you'll see them for what they really are
...now...
But is it too late?

I tried to warn you before it came to this,
But you wouldn't listen.
Already you were ensnared and blinded,
The poisons whispering their lies into your mind,
Making you think you had found joy sublime.
But it wasn't so and you see that now.

You begin to struggle and fight,
Your efforts seeming so minute against the links of iron that bind you.
Freedom seems impossible,
But it's only impossible if you stop fighting.
Again and again they'll tell you, "do this and you'll be free."
Don't listen to them, listen to me!

Take my hand,
I see a way out.
Know that some chains will be harder to break than others,
But I will be right here with you.
Together we will fight this and
WE WILL WIN!

(2016.5.7)