(913) Addiction
It nags at you like an aching tooth,
never allowing you to tell the truth.
Your mind is always confused and
hope is not an option. You have
become a slave to a crude adoption.
Stomach in knots, nerves stretched
to the limit. Thoughts of suicide
enter into it. Lies come easy, one
after the other. The truth should be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poemA ten.. I enjoyed your wording.. A difficult message to convey, but done so eloquently from an adict's point of view.
Melvina...Brilliant, my Good Friend, .....Gotta know when to fold'em, oh yes! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
Nice write here I think every poet sooner or later hits on this subject you did a really good job of it
A difficult topic well articulated. Loved the eloquent flow of the poem. 'Lies come easy, one after the other. The truth should be told, but that you must cover.' - Excellent!
Melvina, this is a great poem about any kind of addiction we get. It always cost it much more than we can afford. Great write and great words from a great lady. Top Marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David
I love this, Melvina...'a slave to a crude adoption' is an exceptional phrase, and speaks volumes. I can only hope that this is your muse speaking... Powerful poetry personified! Best wishes :) jack.
never allowing you to tell the truth - that is so sad yet so true. Moyax
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10/24/2021 9:15:17 PM # 1.0.0.738
A strong, well-crafted piece with good internal rhymes and pace. Wonderful work, Melvina.