My Laudanum

[Dark Muse]

My longing
is a closed fist
an assault upon the body
watching the fragility
of sanity fall
to dust on the floor.

I taste gunmetal black
the trigger a heart beat away
your eyes in the smoke
I fill my lungs
with memories.

Convulsed
in withdrawals
the promise of Lethe
hovers so close
your words are the only
soothing balm.

Your lips are
my laudanum
when all pain fades
and there are dreams
of worlds far
and away.

[tailor STATELY]

Strong poem with incredible imagery. Oblivion... too close; too close.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[YesNo]

I could sense the emotional tension, perhaps anger, in the first two stanzas and the resolution in the last two. An enjoyable poem.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you