What is it with you?
Tiny little pill
That makes me crave you
Even though I’m not even ill
You have clouded my judgment
And infected my brain
The way I let you control me
I must be totally insane
I know I should leave you
Discard you for sure
But I can’t seem to shake
Your illicit allure
You always seem to know
How to make me forget
All the things in my life
That fills me with regret
You numb all my pain
And chase away my fear
You take me from my reality
And make everything disappear
How ironic it is
Although my mind is sedated
I feel we are as one
Both poison and encapsulated
I guess I must accept
You’re my companion for life
My life’s guilty pleasure
My 80 milligram wife
So forever we are bound
You have had me from the start
Just one dose of your pleasure
So now it’s till death do us part
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Author:
notapoet (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2016 09:42
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments4
I love this poem! Perfect rhyme and measure. It guess you're talking about a pill of some sort but who isn't on something? Beautifully written.
Thank you . Yes, it's OXY the nasty lil pill that has taken control of so many peoples lives these days
A great poem about addiction, a subject that affects all in some way or another. The imagery and story were spot on, well done!
Thank you Daniel I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for taking time to comment.
We all have our addictions to good and bad elements. Excellent rhyme and time about a serious subject for all.
Thank you WBL, appreciate the read and comment.
Heroin addiction may be the toughest to beat. OxyContin no difference. This is exceedingly well done.
Thank you sir.
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