Memories keep me chilled, keep me frozen, make me stay.
They can't help but to make the feelings press replay.
Tight chested, sweating, chilled with fright,
frozen the memories surround my inward sight.
Dark room, closed curtains, shadows hidden,
alcohol and drugs are now to be forbidden.
Push through, break out, calm the chilling,
the length I stay is as long as I'm willing.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2026 17:49
- Comment from author about the poem: First line ended another poem. I just couldn't resist using it again.
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Comments1
A poem of withdrawal and addiction. Well rhymed and worded
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