The Web Poetry Corner - Christine McGuigan - The Prisoner
The Prisoner
by
Christine McGuigan
I watched him
Shoot-up in the alley
Ah! how alike we are
Both of us feeding
Our addictions in filthy alleys
Creeping down city streets
At midnight, looking for
The fix to get us through
The long, lonely night.
I felt his alienation--
Indeed, he was in pain.
He did not suffer
When I fed on him.
No, he did not suffer...
He was freed from
His crippling addiction
His soul has transformed!
But...
I am still here
A prisoner of my own passion
Hiding in the dark corners,
Waiting
For my next prey.