Addiction and Relativity

The allure is remorseful and the appetite, the addiction lingers and flirts with damning consequence. I’m falling into nothing and I sit and wonder, wander, waiting for the morrow to come and rescue me from sorrow, this confusion. The angst is overwhelming and heavy with worthlessness. I’m trying to forget the story but unfortunately it’s mine to share with delicate introspect. The chemical thirst, the rush of devilish lust is my crime and the shackles have rusted away my soul slowly and into a state of surreal numbness. I have an empire of dirt to dig through beneath cloudy skies and even though I know the light is constant I am blind but I can still see the serpent’s eyes. Please forgive me but please forget me as I am lost and have sacrificed myself to solitude.

© 2008 Cordell J. Larkin

Please, Take Me Home

Parched by a harsh August sun and with all the dust that goes along, I am hungry and thirsty, desperate for inspiration and I’m seeking restitution for the miles of drought and desolation. I’ve lost myself again, amidst the sand, and the most important part of me is missing and aching for that line on the horizon where everything comes together into a single point of perspective. Where have all the trees gone that shaded me from this myriad of misfortune? This mirage has trapped me in a forever tomorrow, inside this secret prison of mine, constructed from yesterdays and the wall isn’t getting any shorter. I’m losing this battle to an addiction and I can’t seem to pierce the dragon’s heart. Don’t forgive me but please take me home.

© 2008 Cordell J. Larkin