Junkie Poem by Eoin Fitz
Junkie
Im weak
Finding solice in dreamt sorrow
pulling the pain wider and wider
It needn't be at all
I'm addicted; vulnerable
spinning my world around my head
twisting memories to feed my addicition
It's unstoppable; shameless
Observing myself from my tower of self pity
Hating every second
but fueling it nonetheless
; All that touches is pain
And silence is the voice of the wise
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