An Addict In the Attic

Give me Pills to cure my Ills, As ev'ry ache I contemplate Drug me 'til my pleasure spills When I'm over-dosed on Fate Barbiturates, my Conscious lit- Valium in my Mind to split Round and round 'til Peace is found Inside an Opiate

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Robin Davis

Date: 12/20/2013 9:13:00 AM

Chan Your going to make me say it. BAD BAD BOY !!!!! LOL HHHMM What punishment should I threaten you with this time. HEE HEE A powerful and moving write my friend Thanks for the awesome comment on my Exiting My Old Life poem. Hugs and Love Sweet Pea

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 12/20/2013 9:16:00 AM

I'm the quintessential "Bad Boy" of Poetry Soup: I admit it LOL! Thanks, Sweet Pea ;)

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 10/29/2013 9:21:00 PM

Yup sometimes numb feels a heck of a lot better than crawlie?? and nauseous? sigh Light & Love

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 10/30/2013 5:03:00 AM

Yes, it does.

Linda Jackson

Date: 8/21/2013 11:09:00 AM

This is a really good poem. It has good imagery and is thoroughly addictive. Best wishes Linda x

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 8/21/2013 12:14:00 PM

Thank you, Linda. It all comes from personal experience; I've struggled with addiction since my twenties. I appreciate the kind words :)