I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ~Jack Kerouac

by khristin ann Thursday, October 06, 2005 at 1:44 PM

I Think

The days are blurring together

Every day is like the one before,

only darker


I came out here to think

Yet my mind cannot concentrate


I have to struggle to find happiness

My happiness comes to me

as soon as I place the needle into my skin


I have lost myself

I have lost everything I had

I have lost my feelings,

my thoughts, my emotions


I came out here to think

Yet my mind has stopped functioning


I am nothing now

A lifeless body

with a hungry addiction

a desire for more


I came out here to think

Yet there is only one word running through my head –

Regret.


I wish I have never picked up the needle

I wish I was strong enough to ask for help

I wish I could stop

I wish it wasn’t too late

I wish I could turn my life around


I came out here to think

Yet what do I have to think about?


Anonymous Anonymous said...

did you write that poem?  

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Blogger kristin ann said...

I sure did. Although I technically reprinted the picture without permission. Please don't sue me.  

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

what is the poem about?  

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Blogger kristin ann said...

What do you think it's about?  

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

at face value it seems like its about addiction. the needle part obviously makes it lean towards certain drugs. but im also thinking it could be a metaphor for something else. maybe its not a needle...but drinking? im not sure  

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