Crossing the addictions
of body and soul
Delirium tremens
is taking its toll
Like Nitro and Glycerin
waiting to strike
Their coupling disastrous
all day into night
My spirit when willing
the flesh all too weak
Those few days I’m able
my willpower bleak
The detox not working
no cure comes my way
All food tastes like poison
these shakes here to stay
A bomb ticks within me
its fuse ever burns
Tomorrow a concept
long stolen unlearned
With nerve endings fraught
and my body destroyed
These nightmare’s the worst
— when in daylight deployed
(Radnor Pennsylvania: September, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
The aftermath of addiction and the disaster left behind. Nicely written Kurt
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