Blurred
Once again to many
Like worn out knickers
Or laddered old tights
Sorry I can not explain
But it is a feeling I know all to well
Bored to death to tell
But trust me I feel and it hurts like hell
So I dare not dwell
Because tomorrow only I will tell
This feeling inside
Will not slide
And I will have to abide
On the slump the slide
What has occurred
And just how blurred
Addiction is aired
In public domain
And how in the end
I am to addicted
A duty of care
Every day
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2012
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