This desire
That seizes your attention
Fallen in love with a self-destructing inclination
Who is it
That caters for your tedious hunger?
I know,
Sometimes you're presented with a buffet
I have been too
Every last scrap
Every last taste
A staggering heartbreak
When your love
Goes to waste
Or should I say
When fate finds a place to stay
You are not your addiction
It is a pesky addition
Like a back pain
You are not the pain
Yet you feel every twinge
You were tempted
When it beckoned
That does not
Make you weak
I reckon
You had things to say
To scream
Then feeling like you could not speak
You are not the guilt
You are not the shame
You are not the pain
You are not your addiction
You are not your addiction.
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Author:
Harry Atkinson (
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Comments1
'A staggering heartbreak
When your love
Goes to waste
Or should I say
When fate finds a place to stay'
what Empathy you wield within such sincere words of Poetic eloquence dear Poet,
Brilliant!
Happy New Year
Happy new year!
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