Addiction
Surly secrets present themselves to me
as my gut screams Enough
it won't settle down again
these thoughts of angst chase away the peace I thought I'd found
like a thief would steal any old man on the street
Thought I had nestled into my spirit a sense of place
a sense of purpose yet the more I look
it seems the less I find
these bloody doubts creep into my mind like morning glory in a hedge
and I do not go gentle into the twilight hours
but go like some scared rabbit heading for its burrow
Yes I am flawed
as my addiction takes over my sense of judgement
and I am tied to the stake of these desires and compulsions
grounded in illusion.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2013
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