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Addiction
The pain of life blows like a heavy wind, bringing trouble to my dieing soul, I try to rumble but I stumble so hard.
I hear a voice booing me, so i grab my booze and drink, gulping in like I am gonna be saved from all the drowning, the voice is gone but I want to be gone too, so I got a blunt, lit it nd dragged in to rag my lost soul, I got so light that I walked into dark rooms with small spaces.
Poppin pills brought me joy but it didn't last to the morning. Injecting myself for pleasure, to feel like a man only made my veins go vain.
The addiction of my soul subtracted me from the real life, multipled all my troubles, divided my soul from my body and added more pains to my bruised and surviving life.
I hope you see this piece and consider addiction a fraction that would limit your actions in life.
Comments
Ray Whitaker
Thu, 2022-05-12 20:51
Addiction is a difficult and delicate subject
Welcome to Neopoet!
I commend you having taken this on. It’s a tough subject matter, entirely. There are so many components.
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TALLILINGUS
Sat, 2022-05-14 02:47
Yes it is a tough subject, I
Yes it is a tough subject, I agree. I just tried summarising it.
Thanks for your response, I appreciate