I wrote this poem "When I was still using " at the end of a five day run on Crystal Meth, after I had looked in the mirror and realized I had no feelings left anymore.
Chemical Corruption
I feel,
I feel nothing.
No pain, No joy, No love.
This nothing from chemical corrupting.
Is it that the pain of no joy I love,
Or in the love of pain I find Joy.
Either way Its something and something is worth corrupting.
But is'nt corrupting a feeling of something,
And if in corrupting something I feel nothing,
Could it be that nothing is actually whats corrupting?
And if the nothings corrupting,
Could it be that nothings a feeling Im clutching?
If so is clutching the feelings of nothing, something?
Or is it that the feeling of nothing,
is the clutching of something ?
From my chemical corrupting.
Written By: Eric Armon Hollandsworth
21st Century Poet