It seems once again I've fallen into the pit,
and the wicked corrupter has broken me.
The sidelines now a distant berth,
and shadows dancing their dance of death.
Was it yesterday that I tasted my first draught,
and glimpsed into my future putrid world.
A load of drunks or a bag of junkies,
whatever, the choice was mine.
Now sleepless nights disturbed by haunting thoughts,
Challenge my visions of honesty.
My imagination runs wild with loveful days.
And a lady filling my empty bed with joy.
But raunch and romance were my deeds,
and those bottles staring like Assassins waiting.
My heart now fears more then my decline.
It fears living in this void of despair.
Lies, tripled as I deny the offer,
poison in my blood wanting more.
And tomorrow , so distant yet quick upon me,
like thunder striking in the night.
Shameful, I seek her out, goodness,
the ointment to cleanse my heart and calm me.
And with the hope that confession is good for the soul,
with a kiss and a fragrant rose to reply.
Love, have you forgotten me again.
More poison to ease the pain until the dream reappears.
By Bob Fox
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I don't find a story here. cq
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You have written a good poem here, yet you were a little repetative in your choices of words!
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wow this is different but I like it. You have a wonderful flow of words. Your detail is awsome. It was a pleasure to read.
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A sad and deep piece my friend, but I also have to add beautiful Into the mix
I wish you only good things Bob
Be well and stand strong
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oops I think I read this. I leave you with a rose
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i so identify
"the ointment to cleanse my heart". . . "poison to ease the pain". . .amazing how something can make one feel so good and yet so miserable.
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An interesting piece. Very good use of description, I could feel your pain through it. Hope it turns out better for you in the future. Remember that someone out there always has it worse...
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It pains me to see you have these kind of dark filled nights that claw at the mind and leave a feeling of desolation...
"My heart now fears more then my decline
it fears living in this void of despair"
I know that feeling so well...
We need to seek out whatever goodness we can to give us some respite from these feelings....
A very deep emotional piece here Bob that really tugs at my heart!
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Angst filled. well done
Mylee -
This is personal and deep. Just know, Bob, you can't be broken and your future can be beautiful. Even in your struggles, I can see that.
Resist those things which bind so that you can know true freedom. You have a beautiful spirit and it's ready to shine.
With a prayer and love sent your way, I believe in your strength anc courage. You are a blessing!
Love,
Kelly
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Unique and it kept my interest- well done. Thanks for entering.
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good imagery
Mylee -
This is really good. But I think it could be even bettererer
with some more punctuation. It's distracting not to know the phrasing the poet intends.
Good though, I enjoyed it.
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That over powering addiction that calls out especially when life seems to take a toll on us...This is a strong pen and very revealing to the effect of addiction...Love and prayers sent to all who battle these things as I once was in that addiction mode with alcohol...
Blessings Hun
~~Cheryl~~
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My father used to fall in that trap over and over again, but he straightened it out and is on the right path. My one hope is that it stays that way. I have confidence though because I've never seen him do as well in my life as he is now. Beautiful picture you've painted in words here.
~Amanda~
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Amanda
I wish you &your dad the bestof luck. Addictions are very hard to break. that I know. It takes love from friends & family & understanding -
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Thank you & I wish you luck as well.
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This is a beautiful, well written piece of poetry. You have chosen your words well and not repeated anything. My only suggestion is to watch your grammar. You don't have any commas or full stops in your work. sometimes a pause in a sentence can make all the difference. Great job.
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This is a sad story, painted in beautiful ink.
The hopelessness and the pain is so harsh, yet it almost hard to resist.
"And tomorrow , so distant yet quick upon me
like thunder striking in the night
Shameful, I seek her out, goodness
the ointment to cleanse my heart and calm me"
It's a very powerful message.
Thank you for sharing.
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Great write and interesting... wonderful to get these feelings to the pen!
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Oh the beast of Alcohol... Read my write called...Ruby and the Beast. It addresess this problem in a diffrent way. Compassion is what I feel for you Bob... because I know freedom from addiction is on Word away.
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I used to fall in the same trap because I walked myself into that particular hole that's always waiting there for me. Addiction is cunning. I have been drug free for some 24 hours now but some days, it's quite a task. I need you to know you have plenty of people here that can help you though. Just breathe my friend, and know that if you want it, it is yours. Your poem wrenches the heart because I know where you stand. I've been there!
Much Love & Many Blessings ♥
Love & Light to You In the New Year!
Renee
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Thanks so much
My addiction has never been drugs , but booze & the nite I wrote this I was taken out & locked up because of a mere poem. Happy New Year
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Your words do break my heart and pull the tears from my soul...Love, have you forgotten me again more poison to ease the pain until the dream reappears...My friend, you find your answers in the bottom of that bottle...I do CARE!
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You've poured your heart and soul out in this piece; it shows
Life is hard; can truly be a female dog at times but you know, somehow, some way, there's always a silver lining to every dark cloud. May not seem like it (have been there and done that), but trust me, there is
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Bob, if booze is your addiction, I know exactly what that's like--I drank virtually every day for thirty-one years and it almost killed me. It also never solved any of my problems, not a single one. I was an emotional and physical wreck, but finally I plucked up the courage to quit and learn to face my demons. I learned two really important things--the first was to stop blaming the world and other people for my failures, and the second was to begin to forgive myself and realise I could never be perfect, but I COULD improve. It worked--I haven't touched a drop in nearly fifteen years now and I don't feel the need to.
Life isn't perfect for me just because I don't drink, but it's a damn sight better than it was before.
I also found out that a person won't quit drinking unless and until they deep down want to--do you want to, Bob?
Look after yourself--please.
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Painful hopes mixed to sip the poison in the rimmed bottle lid of wanted despair.
Cries for help and loves young dreams ebbed to the silent world.
Try to focus and be guided to a future that can offer you happiness.
Good luck my friend x
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Today
The failure to stand tall may bring on my demiss.
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Very Heartfelt My Friend
Well Bob, You have poured your heart out and all the pain you have stored in it for years. I am glad you can write about it. Keep writing my friend. It does help. I have piles of pain in my poetry and I only skimmed the surface. Always know you have friends here and we all hurt with you. This Christmas was so sad because I lost my son and I couldn't wait till it was over. Now there is a new year coming. I pray it will be a happy one for you and for me. Never feel you are alone. We both have friends here that do really care. We just need to learn to reach out to them. Its hard for me too do that too. We take the chance of being hurt again.
You take care of yourself. Many hugs and smiles for you my friend. Sorry I haven't beem around. Working on my own sad thoughts. Always, Sandy
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This poem is wonderful; in all it desribes and in all the reader feels, but I've had to read it several times to put together...and I think that's a strong effect from it because there is so much coming out of this poem.
I see a strong sense of addiction in this...I'm not personally addicted to anything...except sunshine and bubble gum...but I have seen what addiciton does to people...it's so heartbreaking...I'm not addicted to anything nor close but I'm so close to addiction in my life...
Keep writing, because, imagination will NEVER be hopeless...imagination is the one thing I know that can always heal me...it heals a lot of souls.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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young poet
You are the future
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Until The Dream Reappears
Gee Bob, what you writing here. You are trippen out if you ask me. You are a good man and you have parts not so good, don't we all. This would be absolute truth, think upon it, now wouldn't it be?? The title Hopeless Imagination, well I've been there too. Look my son just died can you imagin how I feel sometimes, besides the fact I am bi-polar. I'm still here Bob and so are you. Love has not forgotten you, you must love others too and if you do, you would allow them to love you as well. Let's be honest here, wouldn't that be true Bob?
It seems once againg I've fallen into the pit, what pit Bob and pitty party pit or a genuine help me please pit?? Then the last line Love have you forgotten me again more poisen to ease the pain UNTIL THE DREAMS REAPPEAR, see what you wrote, I didn't write it you did. (Until the dreams reappear) So then you are saying this to shall pass aren't you Bob?
Love ya Bob. Blessings and many in the New Year to come, not only for you but for me too.
Kelle Marie
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Kelle
If we sat down to talk I think we could chat about many things. The loss of your son shall be carried with you forever. Always the will be what if & buts. In my case however I was on my own the minite I was out of the Army. dead father, Cripple mother & brother in jail. It set the tone for my future. But Hey you are a kind heart
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I can feel your pain.Addictions suck.I know,I too have been there....
Love,
Heather
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Bob don't tell me you can't write. This is not only a honest write but one worthy of publishing.
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Wow!!!!
Confession is good for the soul!!! This was full of pain an loneliness and regrets of a life full of wrng choices. But how things go from here is where the focus needs to lie. It sounds like you are ready for some real change in your life and it is not too late to turn it all around. This was very well written and an outpouring of the very soul!!!Thanks for sharing!!!~~Toni~~
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Addiction can destroy love& cripple the mind Do you know at one time was over 6ft weighed 222 lbs. with a 31nch wasit & was an excellent athlete & A guy that could handle himself very well. The booze destryed all that -
wow this is so heartbreaking..
i love the last stnaza. its so sad and unbearibly beautiful.
Abby
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