FROM HOT SILVER SPOON

A POEM BY: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

Describe me such numbing relief,
one gotten from hot silver spoon.
A thin piercing prick, and gone´s the grief?
You say the world´s at your feet
as your mind thrusts past the moon.
Rollercoaster fun, that´s quite a treat.
How´s the ride: lingering or fading soon?
Your taste has gotten quite fond of it,
and has made it a hell of a gloomy habit.
Back and forth you sting yourself more
seeking for not much but a moment´s bliss.
Ecstasy now won´t last as long as the previous hit.
It will only go on for just a little bit.
Not enough for one used to getting all out of it.
Were you about to say that it was all a dream?
That these illusions you had were all but clean?
Well they drove you to the point of no return.
Your fate subtracted the bulk of my concerns.
Not much is left now from what was left to burn.
Just the dimming flame drawn from hot silver spoon.

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