Poppies Field, I Do Treasure By John Patrick Robbins

When I'm cold from an overdose in the park.

As my youth does bear witness to my current plight's destruction.

My bodies release to this empty world's souls escape.

All the mothers' children turn to the street’s clutter.

Peeled from frozen sidewalks are the victims of self-indulgence, losing themselves.

As now, we see the demons never beyond the needless tracks.

We all view the scars and say, how can they?

When we should shed a tear and question, why do they?

I sit transformed, a person once vibrant, now a dingy addict of the gutter's trash.

We were all somebody once, as we remain somebody still.

From the page to the grave.

Please resist.

JPR, is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review his work has been published in.

Impspired Magazine, It Takes All Kinds Literary Zine, Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Cotard and Fearless Poetry Zine.

His latest book is Are We Dead Yet?  from Black Circle Publishing.

His work is always unfiltered and extremely dark.