Reach inside this turmoil
and force stillness
I am withered; tortured
from years of abuse
Rays of what used to be sunshine
have merged with clouds of confusion
A piece of my smile -
subsumed by your addiction
When will it end?
When your body finally succumbs to
destruction,
and your 9 lives have ceased?
Or is there hope
that the miracle
for which I have prayed,
shall finally be answered?
These questions stand in oblivion,
unanswered -
leaving this chaos within
flaring with hope
and despair
***********************
Climb into my soul for a day
and witness the bruised love
that I have for a man
whom I envy, and yet despise
I am left alone
once again...
a four-year old girl
begging her daddy to wake up
3 comments:
remarkable....
addictions to even the good things can also b very destructive...the last 2 lines touch the pathos as the image is conjured.
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9 lives ceasing. How true. Some people do seem blessed (or cursed) with that condition.
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