Oh sure...
It started innocently enough
In the beginning
It was a verse here
A sonnet there
The occasional limerick
But before long...
She was hooked!
She was walking around
In a fog
Fragments of verse
Cluttering her mind
Threatening to steal
Her very soul
Now...
Admittedly...
She was main-lining
Up to fifty
Poems a day
She had her regular dealers
That she would visit
And occasionally
She'd try something new
Sometimes, she would
Pedal her wares
She had to admit
It filled a void for something missing...
But what?
Then one day it came...
The 'intervention'
'Mom! ! You need to buy groceries! !
There's no food in the fridge! ! '
She realized
Then and there
That she had bottomed out...
The computer had to go! !
Good poem about addiction Dee very clever indeed, good work
I don't think i've ever heard addiction described so eloquently. nice to see you felt it was the 'puter, and not the poetry, that had to go, but it didn't, now, did it? Remember, not all addictions need to be treated
Nice Dee. I can relate... especially after burning a couple sausage pieces on the grill yesterday because I was distracted by the PC. Zen
I know the feeling so well my two dogs come and collect me when they want to go 10 Chris
As this will be comment number 33 on this poem I hardly think I can give any new insightful praise, so yes this is good, with a cherry on top.
Yeah true, it is like that with all poets world does exist outside their's beautiful idea and composition 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh this is so good! I've got it bad too.... Shhhhaaaakkkiinngggg.. walking along with paper and pencil in pocket... musen't miss a word or phrase... Point, simile or idea...... Need to take a disperin! R.