Savagery

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Savagery

By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

18 July 2014

Tonight my soul echoed past recoil

As I felt myself fall away as soil

Lost among new connections worn thin

I scattered easily in that Wyo wind

The five day glass encased sobriety

Found fragility within my reckless anxiety

Enough to leave shards in a mind weak

I twitch trying to get back in sync

Heart, mind, soul-all now out of control

A body's addiction now on patrol

To capture what chills life's rejection

A crutch that offers new perceptions

The remedy powers a car into drive

Misery clouded within unintended sighs

Paranoid that their hours have expired

Heats the despair behind an addict's fire

Approach the door with minutes stripped bare

Rush but camouflage the flashes of despair

For shady hope lies bottled and cooled

A cankered soul begins to flow smooth

Rush to hear the pop of that cork

For the sound hold ease of course

How many times have I traveled this path?

In an attempt to avoid hate fueled self-wrath

The first glass splashes false calm

Smothers and snuffs out that song

That has vibrated within my faint pulse

Beats and tones that always repulse

Now my joy is easy to fabricate

My appetite to live I satiate

Kept safely from that downward spiral

Easing the pressure from depression's dial

Yet I know I can't fool sickly gravity

Forever marked by that certain depravity

Taken away before my innocence bloomed

My life has been tainted with the color of doom

But no matter how far my synapses sink

In the liquid coated in fake relief

The harsh whispers of my suppressed insanity

Always return to violate my being

Choked and battered in a routine fashion

My thoughts give my feelings daily lashings

To the point where my duration seems slight

I will fade away as day to night

But my predicament is laced with confusion

Not sure if an end is a solution

For I have always thought myself as a tragedy

But is it a side effect of my savagery

A mechanism that is bred to cope

Brought in at times that lacked hope

Yet it is an effort for me to simply exist

When every moment feels like an empty abyss

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