My mental state melted,
I can only describe like a
candle, but not like any
ordinary candle
the wick burned; a desire,
so fierce, cremating my
sanity; my mind smouldering,
its vapours; so toxic
living, within
an atmosphere; so noxious
choking everyday, on invisible
fumes, but with evident
consequences,
like carbon monoxide; inhaled
slowly the results conclusive!
...If I continued
I felt I was slowly
perishing; waning away
like wax melting
unto a puddle
then setting;
like rigor mortis,
maybe..
..eventually
I really did not know,
if I could continue
to survive; suffocating
in this corollary climate.
Although, each day
I would ignite
the fateful flicker
breathing...
...again, and again.
I have, for now extinguished
the flame, however the
perpetual pain
of my scorched wound
and...
the scars I bear
are, the price paid.
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Author:
Poetic25 (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
hello poetic25... this seems like a very strong powerful and deep piece of writing full of great expression !
Hi Charlotte,
Yes it is indeed, the struggle and cleaning process of addiction.
Thank you for your words and for reading.
Michael 🙂
Wow, this is incredible!
Thank you Dallmandaisies and for reading
Michael 🙂
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