I Drank the Hemlock

I have a secret
I like poison
I wonder what will kill me

I envision poison inside me.
But secretly I hope to master it.
I hope to be above all others,
Secretly living through near death toxins experiencing it,
While the multitudes spin dizzily and fall at my feet,
anchored in their confused, spiked heartbeats.

That is why I Drank the Hemlock
I didn’t know it was also called Yew,
The tree of death,
symbolized by rows of yew outside the devil’s mansion.

At first my heart and spirit lifted
It acted as a slight aphrodisiac, but soon cold
Socrates died after drinking its juice
But I didn’t know and therefore I was safe.

I felt shaky, like a mountain full of treasure
being pilfered away by an army digging at my feet.
My heart started fluttering, and weakness like a soldier
dying on the battlefield crept through my limbs and my core,
setting off thoughts of the end in my mind.

I lived, and therefore I have strength, but the strongest fall the hardest!

I Drank the Hemlock

gillalex

Joined January 2008

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This poem is about my experience with drinking the tea made from hemlock. I experimented but I should have been more carefull! The poem discribes my experience and just the feelings that came to me when i recalled that day.

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