Dragon Slayer

I sit alone in this empty room filled with darkness
My mind and body ache in desperateness
I hear the Dragon he is coming for me
He brings the release I need so desperately
The spoon reflects the light of the flame
I can now hear the Dragon calling my name
Tourniquet tight around my arm
The Dragon promises he will do no harm
I draw the needle to it's fill
Soon the Dragon will cure my ill
In my vein I feel the pressure
Now the Dragon will bring me pleasure
Crazy thoughts race through my head
I know this time I should be dead
I will one day have to stop this tryst
And slay the Dragon's evil mist
Until that time I will sit and stay
Watching my life's slow decay

— One, Feb 08, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Candlewitch, Eddy Styx, Ziggy

Critiques

Mark

18 years 4 months ago

Why?

Poems about shooting up just aren't for me.

poetopoet

18 years 4 months ago

hi, high, not to. poe

poewriter58

18 years 4 months ago

technical

Well constructed , but I feel that applauding the virtues of the subject of your poem is far from helping to stop the abuse. To each his own but it seems you like the status quo and will not even try to change it Chrys

One

18 years 4 months ago

I have never used heroin.

I have never used heroin. This came to be from reading a book written by a long time user. I just took what I read from him and put my own view to it. I know it is unfortunate that so many people get caught up in their addictions that they can't or won't stop. Thanks for the remark ONE

poewriter58

18 years 4 months ago

my apologies

If I offended . Your poem does read as you are the user as it is written in the first person I see I was not alone in my interpretation perhaps a footnote would save you from the onslaught but yes you are correct in saying that it is unfortunate Chrys

Mark

18 years 4 months ago

Face value

That is how I first read a poem and when you write in the first person I know you are writing about yourself unless you somehow interject that you are not. So you are essentially putting yourself in the place of another person. This is dagerous poetic license because as I have seen it does not necessarily work, it plays on peoples feelings. Here I am thinking you are writing about yourself, how would I know not?. I appreciate your comming across and if there was an annotation it may be helpful but this fact remains, poems about shooting up may be indeed valid but just are not for me. Why read in the first place? As a rule when I open a page I read the poem, comment and vote. Regards, Mark