mike ruthenbeck

Addictions - Poem by mike ruthenbeck

The truest irony of all, perhaps,
In relating past, future, and present,
Is seeing the way the roads on the maps
All lead only to some random event
Where the content of initial torment
Relents to empty, idle musing
Of the sweet and pleasant segment that went
Infusing into a most confusing
Battle one was eternally losing
And shaping into the self; Becoming
The future, diffusing past, abusing
The herb's powerful forthcoming numbing.
The things one will want, from now until then,
Will change forever, again and again

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction, love and life

Form: Sonnet

Poet's Notes about The Poem

same old story here, just a bleeding heart poet with a functioning drug problem and a broken heart. the painting hints.

Comments about Addictions by mike ruthenbeck

  • Kelly Kurt (11/4/2015 12:56:00 AM)

    I find that 'herb' is a wonderful mind opener. (When I can get a bit.) Thanks, Mike (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2015

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