Paradise That Never Existed Poem by Guinevere Eveleigh

He does it
To heel the pain
That's tossing and turning
Deep down
Inside his chest
He does it
To afford
The only thing
To keep
The demons asleep
He does it
To let the world
Come to him
That has rainbows
Sprouting
Out of
The ground
He must
Treasure
These precious
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
Before it all
Dies away
It blocks out
Sirens
And wails
It blocks out
Reality

In a nutshell
He is basically
Addicted
To something
That is killing him
Seducing him
Like the apple
Forbidden fruit
Snake slivering
Around his neck
Strangling
His neck
Red

One day
Though
It will return
And stay
And that's the tragedy
Of it all
It will consume
It will kill
It will satisfy
And he will
Never notice
He is gone
That he
Is dead
He will
Never know
Stuck in paradise
That has never
Ever
Existed