Monkey on her back
By AJ O’Brien.
A candle burning hope
searching for her God
within a greying town,
came upon a man of old
dressed in golden brown.
Spikes pierce the silence
given a free trip
to no man’s land.
She had found hunger,
became one of the dammed.
Within her veins
the killer sang
songs of death and decay,
and so hard she tried to stay alive
but fell along the way.
Wow.
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Many Thanks.
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Experience, talent, empathy. Thank you for this. Your poems might be my latest, better addiction.
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Thank you so much.
I’m humbled by your wonderful comments.
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“She had found hunger, became one of the damned.” This poor woman. Such powerful writing.
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Thank you so much RoseMarie.
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You’re very welcome😊
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It’s not an easy task to shake the monkey off ones back. Your powerful poem doesn’t condemn the addict but rather, sheds light on her struggles and in her humanity. Heartbreaking and potent poem, Alan darkling. 🌹💋💘
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Thank you so much dear Rose.
I do so appreciate your wonderful comments. 💕😎💕
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‘Spikes pierce the silence’ wow where did that come from? Fabulous, thanks for the follow, love your words 😀
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An awesome comment.
Thank you very much.
And you’re more than welcome.
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🔥🙏💐
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Alan, that second verse in particular is wrenching. Everywhere we read of the advancing Opioid Crisis. Drugs are destroying lives and families. Their power is truly demonic. Yet your compassion for victims is evident in everything you write.
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Thank you so much Anna.
And once again you are so right.
I feel only compassion for the victims of drugs.
So many have walked that lonely road.
But so few of us came back.
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Ha! I’ve found you again!
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Its good to hear from you Jane.
I had thought you must have lost interest in my site. 😊
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No way. You somehow must have got deleted from my list of followers, and I thought you’d scrapped your site.
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I’m pleased you found me again.
How are your son and daughter doing?
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Laura has been completely clean for thirteen months. she has a new life and I’ve never seen her so happy.
Paul is in what he calls recovery. His idea of recover differs from mine. Right now he’s drunk. He got into a fight, then assaulted a police officer who’s brought him back to me because he doesn’t want the hassle.
Nor do I, but tomorrow he’ll probably be a nicer person.
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hey, great to see you stop by, blessings my friend
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Thank you. I appreciate you visiting.
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Another stunner. Thanks for the likes and follow AJ. Much appreciated.
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Thank you, and you’re more than welcome.
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Sometimes that candle burns the hope away. Well done Alan 🙂
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Thank you so much Michele.
Hope is indeed a fragile thing.
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describes perfectly- tragic!
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Thank you.
Your comments are much appreciated.
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A sad tale well told – poignant.
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Thank you.
Much appreciated coming from you.
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wow 😀
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Many Thanks. 😎
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Wow!!!
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Thank you so much.
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Brilliant
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Thank you Rita.
I didn’t think you were still involved with WordPress.
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Yeah, I created an Avatar so I could keep up with you guys I adore.
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That was really good. Nice imagery.
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You’re very kind. Thank you.
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You are most welcome
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