House on the Hill
By AJ O’Brien.
Brown dust feeding
upon a house of red,
grotesque puncture marks
longing to be fed.
Injecting a land of sorrows
until they fell and bled,
searching their memories
for someone dead.
Steel pointed daggers
piercing within a lonely room,
little blue tunnels collapsing
the end is coming soon.
White dust black rust
jack up and see,
and bathe in an ocean
of a killer’s reality.
Incarcerated shadows 
Powerful!
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Thank you very much.
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Exquisite poem with vivid imagery, Alan. The horrors of drug addiction are a human experience to be understood and documented, and hopefully, never repeated.
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Thank you so much, Cheryl.
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It cuts, that’s for sure.
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Thank you, Ray.
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Astonishing. You portray such bleakness but with powerful poetic images.
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Thank you very much, Lawrence.
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This poem is beautiful and sorrowful at the same time. Well done!
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You’re very kind.
Thank you.
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Really beautifully written and deep!
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Thank you so much.
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Tragic how a home turns into a hell when addiction houses there. Eloquently worded as always, Alan.
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You’re very kind, Rose.
Thank you.
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So sad for sure, and you have captured the pain of it all. I have seen the destruction of drug addiction in a neighbor and two distant family members. I think how it could happen to anyone of us if a different decision was made on what door to go through, or road to travel on. Sometimes you just don’t know when you choose. This poem is really good Alan.
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Thank you, Michele.
The path of no return is a sad road to take.
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So sad. We’ve lost thousands of drug users here. Tragic loss. Muriel
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Thank you, Muriel.
It’s a problem world wide. Alas.
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What a powerful description of drug addiction! Beautiful words describing a dangerous and deadly existence. Well done!
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Thank you very much, Ann.
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So sad…the life of a drug addict (how I interpret it, anyway). I don’t know how it is in your country, Alan, but here, drug addiction is an epidemic rivaling Covid. So many lost souls, so many wasted lives. Your poem is wonderful, yet as dark as the pits of hell. Excellent. 🖤
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Thank you, Kathy.
You’re quite right. It is about drug addiction.
It’s also a problem here in England.
Many thanks for your comments.💞
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You’re welcome, Alan. I always take away something from your poems. Sometimes, it’s my own interpretation and not what you intended, but your words always pull forth an emotion. 💕
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You’re very kind, Kathy.
Thank you.
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nice, i have to read it a couple of times to get the complete imagery fixed in my head, makes all the more vivid.
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Hi.
Thank you so much for reading my poem,
and commenting.
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Oooh, very intense, which, I’m sure, is a killer’s reality!
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Thank you very much.
Unfortunately, drug addiction is a reality.
And it’s a killer.
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