Never Primary

Hi Corina I too have lost a person I deeply loved to an addiction. I do not normally like freeform poetry, I like poems to rhyme, but I can relate yo yours. Below is my poem about my wife's addiction and how she was changed from a sweet person to a crazy! Regards Barry Insidious Creeping Affliction Her sweet smile she demonstrated my heart; my soul was captivated. Warmth radiated from her face my heart beat fast, my pulse did race. Small laughter lines around her eyes brought from me ten thousand sighs. Shoulders back upright her walk I lost my voice; I couldn’t talk, I tried to speak but could only mumble all my words an incoherent jumble. Then she flashed that smile again this image seared upon my brain. When she turned to smile at me my knees were shaking apprehensively. Passion ignited within my chest by her smile, with which I was blessed. I felt her smile wash over me like a river flowing to the sea Now that smile has gone away I no longer see it every day. Replaced by a frown, by a scowl my heart lets out a silent howl. In pain and torture it is rent her smile, I know not where it went. When did it go? I can’t quite recall but I know the culprit. It was alcohol. An insidious, creeping, consuming affliction, her life now is governed by this addiction. Obeisance and homage she does pay to alcohol each and every day. No longer is there any sweet romance it’s replaced by anger; abuse, and by violence. It pains to watch her life degenerate as this disease it does accelerate I pray for her release; for her to be free and for her smile, once more returned to me.

Your poem seemed a little too simple to me, I would have liked more of a descrpition of the emotions... But I especially like your use of the word plague, it really added to the emotion of the poem. Liz

Thanks! And personally I find delving into hard subjects with poetry the best kind of therapy...check out my "Departed." It was a very hard subject for me, my cousin's suicide, but writing about it through indepth poetry is very relieveing! Perhaps it is just me... :) But don't the most riveting poems seem to come form the darkest subjects? Liz

I once was in love with an addict, a very long time ago. Your poem put me right back there in time when nothing mattered more to 'him' than fix. I think the ending could be reworked a bit to make an even better poem, but don't lose "primary." Always, Cat