Ecstasy (Part I)

by Rusheena   Jan 19, 2013


Strap me down to that gurney and cart me off into the shadows.

Open my veins; inject them with lithium, until it overflows.

Don't stop, even if I beg you to.

I may cough up a bit of blood, but that's nothing new.

I watch the clear liquid inside the syringe go all the way down,

until it disappears.

And with it, goes a lifetime of regret, pain, and fears.

I kick, I struggle, I SCREAM, but I don't dare try to get up--

Yes...that's it...

I tilt my head back and let the drugs do with me what they will.

I'm floating to another universe, one with no questions or no answers,

just dying stars slowly exploding all around me

and landing into the unknown, as my body begins to numb.

I'm sheltered from His eyes, once again,

as I drift farther and further into another dimension.

I feel warmth on my face that spreads down to my neck.

There's a burning in my chest, now, a heat I've never felt before.

It feels so good...

*Inspired by the song "Black Nurse" by Glassjaw*

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  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Very powerful metaphor of the drugs for the way you feel about your life, expressing the sadness and possibly the disappointments in yourself.

    Nicely done. :)

    • 11 years ago

      by Rusheena

      You're spot on. I usually just put my feelings on paper, but I wanted to try to write from different points of views, portraying what or who I feel like at the time. Thanks for commenting, Hannah. :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Khalid M Darwish

    I loved the darkness in your poem. What a metaphor of injection with lithium!!! This must be inspiring. The ending with burning in the chest is unique.
    Great write.

    • 11 years ago

      by Rusheena

      Thanks for all of the feedback, Khalid; I really appreciate it!

  • 11 years ago

    by Andrew Packard

    What are spiritual drugs? not sure what you mean. are they good or bad?

    • 11 years ago

      by Rusheena

      Haha, sorry, I should've clarified that. I didn't mean actual drugs. I meant things that defile the soul and make it corrupt, like drugs do to the body.

  • 11 years ago

    by East Poetry

    This poems derserves a 5/5 for sure.
    Drugs though, very scary! Master at destroying the flesh and mind. Drugs are the adversaries right hand man.

    • 11 years ago

      by Rusheena

      I was referring to spiritual drugs, but I totally agree. They're addictive but have devastating consequences. Thanks for commenting!

  • 11 years ago

    by Jason Rainey

    I like it. I wanna feel that way sometimes. Very good job. Can't wait for part 2.

    • 11 years ago

      by Rusheena

      Thanks, Jason! It'll be up next week.