3am Relapse
![]() A reader named Vic submitted this poem and I wanted to emphasize a couple things that make not only this poem so wonderful, but that make slam poetry so unique. The first thing I have say is Vic's first line is sensational. It's a "hit you in the gut" line, and gets the reader's or audience's attention quickly.
What's even more significant is that Vic really didn't know much about writing poetry when he sent this to me. He just thought this was some sort of freestyle - and he's right (as we all know from reading my blogs about slam poetry, yes? :)). He's 29 years old. The terrorist attacks of 9/11 had such an impact on his life and this country that he joined the United States Marines Corp, serving 6 years and one tour to Afghanistan in 2010. In 2014 he was honorably discharged, and then started attending a community college. Today he has two sons. And through all that Vic has seen and done, through the hardest moments in his life, he always found poetry as his way to express him. I'm so glad - in fact I'm honored - that he sent this to me; I'm proud to have it on the website. Vic explained poetry as "his counselor", and that really resonated with me. I guess I've always felt the same but never explained it so simply and clearly (thanks Vic!). I know Vic loves writing, and I really hope he enjoys seeing this posted on my website. |
3am Relapse: A free form poem, submitted by VicThis year I called my friends more times to tell them I was high,
Instead of hi I didn't call to say hi, I miss you No instead I just misused or Used friends and lovers Broke trust with my mother's My only father I just only bothered Because I refused to be recovered Not to mention all the negative attention, Or me being absent in attendance when I should have been present, Glorified by my own ambition to beat a system Horrified with my own admission that my condition worsened by my drug symptoms Living, no, I was pretty much just left for dead, With no place to rest my worried head, And my disease just fluried and spread, Hurry I fled, led by the demons inside of my head To the sea, sinking I couldn't tread With no floats I was one lonely boat With no anchor or no rope Damn, no faith or no hope Only a paid date with dope Joke Nope, because no one was laughing I continued asking myself why is this happening My walls kept collapsing Me falling left relapsing Looking for anything to grasp but at last My time had passed And than I just CRASHED!!! |