Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

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 December 20, 2013 at 9:13 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 December 20, 2013 at 9:16 AM I'm the quintessential "Bad Boy" of Poetry Soup: I admit it LOL! Thanks, Sweet Pea ;)

Debbie Guzzi October 29, 2013 at 9:21 PM Yup sometimes numb feels a heck of a lot better than crawlie?? and nauseous? sigh Light & Love Just That Archaic Poet October 30, 2013 at 5:03 AM Yes, it does.

Linda Jackson August 21, 2013 at 11:09 AM This is a really good poem. It has good imagery and is thoroughly addictive. Best wishes Linda x Just That Archaic Poet August 21, 2013 at 12:14 PM Thank you, Linda. It all comes from personal experience; I've struggled with addiction since my twenties. I appreciate the kind words :)