Addiction

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, May 3, 2007.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I’ve waited
    the anticipation
    drilling into my skin
    black holes of want.
    Addiction
    bleeds
    blue-brown
    beneath the surface
    blooming into a bruise
    fading into a dull ache
    sharp at
    the touching point.
    Loneliness
    obsession
    tattooed onto me.
    I am addicted
    to this solitude.
    To free myself
    from this
    increasingly inescapable
    emotional meth
    I open myself
    slowly
    the unfurling of a plant
    to more physical addiction,
    I do it with reluctant
    enthusiasm
    just to find
    my voice again.
    Just to remember
    how to laugh
    how to reach back.
     
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    You are so very talented with shaping your feelings into words.:smile: Quite a gift you have. You should be published somewhere.

    least
     
  3. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    thanks least. maybe someday :).
     
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