i know there's something wrong,
might take up all my money.
he sprinkled words on my homeland,
and now a fire is burning.
don't know the life that i'm living,
heart of gold, mind in prison...
twisted knots of desire,
persistent like cotton clouds passing high.
can't see past today, but still feel the weight of tomorrow.
syndicated rituals of self destruction, burry me.
what do YOU think?
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The reality of these words thunder through my spirit. "Addiction" in any form and at any stage is calling out for help.
I am a recovering drug addict of 13 years, and even in my sober state, I still have days where this demon haunts my spirit. I have learned not to yield to the tempters many cunning ways but there is often the struggle not to use in some other form. Addiction is not just related to drugs or sex…
I am so feeling you here dear poet. In spite of how desperate life sometimes seems, there is an out, and escape is right there, at arms reach. There can be no darkness without light. Stretch yourself to find the balance.
Your words got to me and I am now rambling so, I will end my comment here. Do not settle for less than you deserve in life. You are worthy of all that is grand!
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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Ooh very raw. I like how it's both coherant in each part, yet fractured as a whole. Very nicely done.
It's short but does the job.
<3
Whoo! Go counter-mofie!
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