Battling Addiction

Sitting on the easel of life a portrait of a man so much in love with that to tempt the mood, a need to caress his wanton spirit when becoming a spent part of life’s toxic waste, his need to step off the world to escape its inhabitants from choking him to death. Yet somehow somewhere deep within his sunken soul a desire, to carve out a memorial in poetry with words now strange to him, but words they were of love words of flowers, sunshine and simple things like that. Yet his battle against his poison was arduous and on the wane, when suddenly amongst a throng of internet poets an angel appeared, one to care, when magically she began to chase away the need, when painting a different picture of the world one he once knew when that he was of a child, one he needed to be able to reach out to, When across virtual reality many words of love, tenderness sincerity, words of understanding and purpose. Yet with an abruptness she gave him a choice “Lie down my friend” She said “Defeated and die” Or rise everyday with the perpetual sunrise and live, give something of yourself, anything to help those going down the same road, your road to despair, you can build on that, with your love your understanding and with it your body your mind your soul will be cleansed! © Harry J Horsman 2013