Purple Heart (Stories Of War, Pt.1) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

‘Twas a dark and stormy night, I was forced to flee or fight
‘Twas genuinely due in time; my quest to walk that line
But 'twas not the straight and narrow, nor did I hunt the hero
This battle I chose, this battle I brought
It was an internal struggle that I presumed would never be fought
Brain-washed and lifeless, it was murder I sought
Homicidal rage, to my own mind—I taught
But, when I found myself drowning, I started to panic
I was senile and volatile and neurotic and manic!
Yet, the battlefield still begged for more and more
Never for one second did I comprehend what was in store;
No heroes, no soldiers, no savior was present
And I was useless—in this war, I was a peasant
So I kicked, and I punched, and I dueled, and I sparred—
Knowing this drug would leave an internal scar
Nobody could help me; nobody could save me
Only the drug was present, there to rape and degrade and berate me!
So on I continued, yes, I continued to inject it
Although, I craved the strength to flat-out reject it
My breaths became weaker; I was impotent with fear
I was cowardly and foolish and damaged and scared!
I shouted for help, I begged for a chance
But with that damned toxicant, I continued the dance;
We did the salsa, the tango, the flamenco, the waltz
Until I couldn't even breathe, and then I lost my pulse
It was a bombsite of love, yet, I still opted: stay
I said, 'Please give me one more shot to make it through the day! '
But I knew what was needed, I knew what I must do
Beneath the surface, I always held the clues
So forgetting the end, which was so much worse than the start
I screamed at this drug, yes—I screamed it was time for us to part!
The journey was over, the riddle was solved,
The puzzle was finished, and there was finally some resolve
So, with the bulls-eye my goal, I pinpointed the spot;
It was ‘do or die'—it was ‘shoot or get shot‘
So I took the plunge, I actually did it—
I will never be able to unsee or forget it
We stared at one another, I looked my drug in the eyes,
I said, 'It's you that I'm shooting and who I despise, '
Then I took the shot, and I whipped that God-forsaken dart,
That day I murdered the drug, and I won my purple heart.

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