too many times
i felt my skin crawl
my eyes melted into there sockets
i awoke with wads
of cotton in my mouth
only to find myself shaking
and wanting that woman more
and more each hour
i breathed and swallowed
like a child blowing bubbles
rambling in conversation
unfit to work
i prayed upon others
i finally became dirt
and dirt
was where i wanted to stay
and did
until i saw how i looked
i saw two hollow eyes
and a bloated body
staring like a rabid dog
back at me
i live to tell this story
A contest entry
- Addiction by poetryality.
900 points, ended November 14, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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The last line is the real testament. How did you do it?
Even in its brevity, your poem strikes a familiar cord in my heart. Through it all I will attest gratitude. Wonder...would I have forsaken those valleys had I known what I now know. Nope! Life does not happen in reverse.
You've given the reader much food for the soul. You've shared with poetic elegance, and a sense of remorse your story. Thank you for this entry and I wish you well in the challenge and life.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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This is good. I think you did a great job of taking the reader through the horrors of living through addiction. "Eyes melting into there sockets, wads of cotton in my mouth, wanting that woman more and more" those are really good metaphors. Glad you lived to tell.
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