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Disease
See through the addiction,
The affliction.
The pain..
There is a soul in need of a Saviour
and a heart in need of shelter...
There is a mind, a body that needs protection
and a disease that takes over.
That consumes me,
that consumes her ever faster,
Leaves me with a hole inside,
No longer whole
inside.
Lonely...
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Why thank you for the points!! Hehe does that mean I'm winning???
Yes, I feel quite lucky that my mind is playful as well as dark and destructive =) |
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Comment by: Apollo - 2008-01-30 17:21
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| Nice play on words at the end. Great unavoidable self destruction sucking everything down to depths with it like a black hole that will always feel empty no matter how much it consumes. I give you 10 points for this one. ;) |
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you're a dark soul, aren't you? And I meant that as an observation, not a judgement. Luckily, you're a playful one as well.
Looking at all your work, you use words very well. Like a weapon.
The lines operate in peaks and troughs. The words bunch up and then disperse like a herd of frightened animals. |
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| It did make you think of a lot and I thank you for sharing the thoughts that it provoked. |
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| I know all about addiction. From a personal POV I won't comment, but others in my past have been addicted: ex-wife (lost kids to me); brother; and father. Booze, crack, drugs, etc. It's amazing any one of us is still alive. I don't do drugs, rarely drink now. But I know the nightmare world gilded over with the "beautiful shade of evil." Good poems always make one consider the topic and search one's past. This is such a poem. I think (for a lot of ppl) they become addicted to a person... and when the relationship doesn't pan out, they then find drugs to numb their pain, fill their hollowness, and find an addiction to replace the addicting relationship. Only love of self and others can help one crawl out of that hole. Wow! This poem made me think of a lot, didn't it? |
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