Gone Poem by Melissa Vitiello

If I had known

what I was doing

If I had only known

Instead I went from

Seldom to ceaseless



Had I known, what I was doing

to myself. I made it far.

I perished - all 'cause I didn't

listen.



Wrapped in my own

image.. thought I'd be fine -

fixed use of smoke, a bit of

tipple here and there. A little

bit of this, some of that.



The inflamed eyes in me

Lack of forbearance from

that constant haze. That

even perk that hooked me,

and a bad batch of nature.



Went from seldom

to ceaseless. I wanted to

stop. Afraid to let my

fears show... that I knew

I was killing myself.



In time I couldv'e changed -

times that were my last.

Reality that I refused to

know. The agony I was

in - I believed it was my

only way out.



Delirious! Always thought

I had something I didn't.

One too many I took -

didn't see the end coming.



Now I lay beneath shattered

shattered dreams.