"Kiss From the Devil"

[Poems in Recovery pt.2]

This poem captures the emotional, spiritual, and physical bliss I experienced when shooting heroin, followed by the steep descent into the self imposed prison of hell which I carved out for myself.

"Harmonious rhythms of love, a symphony divine,

Echo so softly in the deepest throes of my barren, desolate shrine.

Reminiscing on better days, yesterdays of fervent delight,

Encompassing the void of all that was taken, freely given, and bartered, in the ethereal night.

Oh, how those moments, like fleeting whispers, did grace,

For a moment, a sweet respite, they adorned my hollow space.

Through subtle shame, if only by omission's cruel decree,

My snake bit veins wither, silenced, desperate plea.

Shining for a moment, like diamonds in the night sky's gleam,

A celestial dance, a wondrous dream's gleam.

But alas, the inevitable flash of darkness duly arrives,

Never to be seen or heard again, as a lone star that strives.

In this vast expanse of existence, where shadows dwell,

I yearn for that touch, that love's enchanting spell.

Yet, destiny's hand, in its enigmatic design,

Leads me through the labyrinth, where hope intertwines.

So I wander, a pilgrim, seeking solace amidst the night,

Treasuring the memories, both tender and trite.

For within the depths of loss, a seed of resilience is sown,

And from the ashes of despair, a phoenix may be known.

Through the ebb and flow of life's tempestuous tide,

I find solace in the beauty that sorrow cannot hide.

For love's echoes, though soft, hold a power vast,

To heal, to ignite, to eternally contrast.

And so, I traverse this realm, with grace and might,

Seeking the harmonious rhythms, the ever-elusive light.

In the tapestry of existence, where joy and pain entwine,

I shall wander, guided by love's melody, until the end of time."

[Spencer Brooks Otto] 2024