Addict
Addict or Attic?
Same difference.
Both stay high.
Both store happiness.
One burns it. One hordes it.
Both gather more.
Both lock the door so no one
can see the mess they've become.
Hiding in the room behind
memories, a dusty fog of what life
used to be, could be and is.
Eventually they both die.
One had too much. One could never get enough.
Both self-destruct.
Copyright © Alexander Stigleman | Year Posted 2014
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