Addict Poem by Bryony Sheldon
Addict
Jaded, disconnected eyes,
Scanning for material pleasure.
Misfits, telling only lies,
Pretending it'll get better.
Silence, they're scared to speak,
Get annoyed when they won't listen.
Lying, brain-dead and weak,
Needles create the incision.
Burn the thoughts you don't need,
You never wanted them anyway.
Pity fuels your greed,
But you can quit any day.
Relinquish all that you know,
Give in to your desires.
Quick-fix, to make you go,
Adding more fuel to fire.
Poison: to cure my disease,
I get off with the danger.
Increase the morphine,
God is no one's saviour.
Cirrhosis of the mind,
Cannot sleep but I'm still dreaming.
Help me, I've gone blind,
Cannot speak for I'm still screaming.
Cannot speak for I'm still screaming: well, you've done well with this curse through your poetry, where it belongs.
Poison: to cure my disease, I get off with the danger. Increase the morphine, ..God is really the saviour in such a situation. turn to God dear poet. God will give you the strength to conquer your negative thinking. always believe God loves you even when all in this world will reject you.. believe it simply and that is the best medicine my dear poet. please believe me. tony
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4/23/2024 8:14:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well articulated and nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Bryony.