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Addiction's True Crux

Clinging to one crutch or another.
Never finding true peace of mind.
Keeping it inside and undercover,
Avoiding reality time after time.

Hiding from personal integrity,
Harming one's self in the mire.
Only availed through true honesty.
Of holding the feet to truth's open fire.

Yet pride cometh before the fall.
In a ploy made worse in cowardly crawl.
Devouring life in a ravaging flaw,
Of facing the demons cursed and small.

By Suseann






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  • zappa gold member
    May 31
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    demons indeed. scotch and broken dreams.


    • suseann
      May 31
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      Please don't tempt this weak woman! Sploch Whisly I could find appealing and we both know all those vices boil down to the same inablility to muster a smile because we know those demons all too well. Occasionally they release pressure. But demand more from us again and again. Isn't it odd how one of them call us to imbibe in another too though? Strum me a tune of courage on that guitar please! And don't light up a cig while working on the song. Oh well. Maybe you won't get much time while working to puff up a cough. Ha! Thanks for reading Zappa!


  • Emile
    May 31

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    A descriptive poem that speaks volumes about the mind set of the author. Your words enter my mind resonate there and force me to feel their weight. Your words manage to capture a state of being, a philosophy of life and wrestle it to the paper before is vanishes from our sphere of appreciation.

    • suseann
      May 31
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      Thanks so very much for not only reading. But delving into the message of this piece. I've come to realize after 44 years of smoking,all addictions run the same shameful gambit of a drug's power over self. Tried recently to quit. But seem inclined to hide behind a plithera of excuses. I'm too stressed,or will gain another bad habit to replace this one. Worse than an infant with a pacifier.I'll manage soon though to kick it. Before it kicks me a harsher blow yet though. Although I can't promise my hips will clear my doorways.Somehow carrot sticks just don't cut it for me. And pills/patches aren't helpful with the vivid night terrors they inspire.
      I can only hope this might shine a light in it's message for others inflicting habitual damage to self as a wake up call.Thanks again.