Her habitual struggle to focus
haunts her body, mind and soul
As if taken over by a white spirit
denying her life, her being is fractured
Brain dead and drowning herself
dusks egg her psychosis hell to burn
Infested by a single substance
and being controlled with every step
She cares not of her children
nor does she care about theirs
Her bliss has caused a disconnection
this jack-of-all-trades was now worn
Uttering the mere word addiction
would cut off ones head forever
Although this could be the answer
abandonment may be her only cure
A complete desertion of familiar faces
could possibly result in sobriety
Then again to hit a hard rock bottom
sadly may end her desperate existence
Author notes
prompt: fractured
This poem hit close to home ...and I hope it sends a message.
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Well written with good thought Good luck with your contest!
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this is awesome .. love it for the white stuff fragments a soul tears out the spirit and the mind is blown.. thank you for sharing your words Hugs Angel♥
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