How the ink begin to flow PART ONE

How the ink begin to flow

PART ONE

I fell in love once upon a time ago

with the most beautiful fallen

angel at least that was the lie that

I had told myself she had saved

me from a life of loneliness and

misery by just being there and

holding me but before I can really

begin the story which is one of

love and betrayal that had started

with the truth of how I felt but

ended with her denial of what it

was worth so let me start by going

back to the very beginning of all

time, you see everyone who has

read the Bible or has gone to

church already knows the story

of how the devil the very demon

who is the epitome of hate and

evil was once one of God closest

angels and friend who sat right

next to God's throne but fell fast

from His grace by wanting to be

God himself and all of his glory

who then got himself thrown out

of the gates of heaven so he took

all his hatred out on man by

creating all of those things that

destroy humanity from deep down

within causing an acute case of

insanity to reign champion over

what is reality which now in its

actually creates a high rate of

mortality in the morality by

destroying the world more and

more everyday as it methodically

through diabolically takes apart

the very fabric of life thread by

thread of what we call the family

making that old statement that

blood is thicker than water just

another lie of individuality bringing

with it the extinction level death

of what we all call "true love" and

all the trust that comes along with

it and the mental breakdown

caused by the damage of millions

of brain cells causing the intense

pain of a broken heart to never feel

again along with a soul that just

dies inside never again to return

leaving only the empty shell of a

human giving a demon a new

home now to live and here is where

my story truly begins. I am not

a person who can be alone for very

long before a deep sense of

loneliness begins to create the

darkness that lives within me

which then causes a deep rooted

depression to step in and I start

to self medicate to help take away

all the pain and so an addict is

born, which I truly am but a

functioning one which I believe is

truly not an addict after all,

Addiction is a disease that has

no cure that kills many people

and even more families year after

year it is an affliction that will

grow inside of you that you cannot

stop if your all alone it will change

who you were and what you are

taking with it a piece of your heart

and soul until one day you just

disappear forever lost in the

addiction usually before that

happens though your friends and

your family give up on you ever

beating your demons saying

something like "just know that I

will always love you and I know

that at one time you loved me but

I would rather remember the old

you and not the one that I now

see" then you are all alone by

yourself one day a completely

different person and believe me

not for the better either, so let's

move back to the start of this

story from the beginning of time

to about thirteen or so years ago

when I met who I thought was

my soul mate who today I know

was not and that is when hell

itself begin and how by the grace

of God go I.

Part one

How the ink begin to flow

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A #Poets Journey