As I reach for the handle to temptation I am struck by a future I cannot ignore.
Guilt is the only reward when we ignore the voice to our right shoulder in all its' attempts at solidarity.
What torture is this to be married to an addiction with an ironclad prenup that serves to destroy my soul.
My inhibition brought to light by a chemical demon who refuses to be denied.
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Michaelpoet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My struggle with binge eating, ocd and anxiety
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A great poem on addiction and disorders, > i know coz my son suffers from similar after his accident survival. Kudos.
Plz also read amd comment my newest poem too.
I admire the humility and the strength it takes to face problems head on. Nice piece
my guess is that the trilogy you refer to feed off each other and consequently, their appetite and hunger are rarely satisfied ..
a brave autobiographical poem that sadly, I enjoyed my fine literary friend .. I do hope you have access to appropriately skilled clinicians and that you soon conquer those demons .. Write on Michael, I wish you well and all good things, Neville
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