Patience Poem by Sarah Sisson

My patience has always run
thin. My questions were answered
'now'. In my desire to control,
I have 'junkied' out my life.
I am addicted to “more”.
It isn't only the booze
or the men....the clothes or
the candy. It is the attention I crave
off this silly life and relationships
with the animate became few. I think
this holds true because I expected
as much as I gave. People are
different; all of them. To the extent
of fright. I trudge through and
maintain my serenity.

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