How do I face myself in the mirror
and maintain dignity and self respect,
while constantly reminded of the lies
uncaring how addiction does affect?
I move in closer to the final act
creative in providing good excuse,
I build a hard cold wall of denial
that screens the basic urge of self abuse.
Unconcerned that “one more is too many
and thousands more will never be enough”
the next one will always be the last one
I play the endless mind game of rebuff.
To help me concentrate and be composed
I rationalize this weed reduces stress,
and if I want to I can surely quit
with that decided on, I acquiesce.
So, I fortify my armoured bastion
denying truths my senses cannot hack,
grabbing at the “just one” and the “must haves”
my wall’s made thicker with each empty pack..
A contest entry
- Wall of Denial by MuddyKing.
800 points, ended July 11, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i have been there before and it is never easy, but it felt that way, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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written by a smoker..?
Hi Muddy King, i enjoyed this,liked the pace of it and the way it leads the reader to the final conclusion that you are talking about ciggys, and not hard drugs.
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