The Fall Of Addiction

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For you are my soul's release...I cannot fall

apart now,

Roses begin to dry up

Inside of me;

I guess I know how to navigate towards life

Be as it may, I am not perfect

Every time I try

There is a new hole in the trenches

I fall upon my own traps

There is nothing to drink, but water

Am I horrified that there is no vodka?

There is sunshine in the skies above...

Addiction is a dancing tree

Waiting for me,

I love the leaves it provides.

What is this thing that triggers the

psyche?

The sunshine releases me

Into the clouds--

This glass that is sitting on the counter

Does it have hope for me?

Or does it beg and plead to be filled again?

Toxic poison releases my inner me;

Oh the clouds are so beautiful

They feel like cotton candy,

My favorite childhood candy...

So I begin to write poetry again and again

Wondering what is the scenario

My past is my past, but does it regulate me?

I only have one life to live

And I am the scapegoat of it all.

And every time I try again

The buildings fall off the rooftops

In my mind I am sober

But in my heart I am denying

The fact that I am attached to my past--

Rose flowers begin to dry up again

I wonder if I will ever see the light

Oh distant bells don't ring for me

I might as well be alive;

Oh the fall of addiction, it hands me my coat

For it will be snowing later on.

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2024 00:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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