Demons

She was devoured by the polluted river That leads to hell, Her conscience had deserted her sponge soaked Brain, Intoxication became her Psychological constitution, This problematic, indisposed Woman, is not recognisable, She can't accept that the Diagnosed cure is abstinence, My only wish is to reacquaint With the wonderful woman I Once had pleasure of knowing, Though the current of this polluted river is taking her further away, Can the only relief be death? Composed 10/03/2017. 74 words.

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Darren White

Date: 3/25/2017 2:00:00 PM

This sounds really sad Roy, well written but very sad. And there is so much truth in it too, because at a given moment there is that point where you cannot be with the addicted person again, and you have to let go, and that is so painful.

Roy Pett
Date: 3/25/2017 6:10:00 PM

Thank you very much Darren you are right such a sad situation for the person and their loved ones, thanks again for you support and encouragement, Roy.

Elizabeth Kinch

Date: 3/11/2017 2:12:00 AM

Powerful and sad Roy. Another great write from you.

Roy Pett
Date: 3/11/2017 3:04:00 AM

Thank you very much Elizabeth, I really appreciate your support and encouragement, Roy. :))

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 3/10/2017 9:28:00 AM

Your prose hits home. The best way I have heard it described is that the opposite of addiction is connection. Powerful heartfelt write Roy.

Roy Pett
Date: 3/10/2017 9:42:00 AM

Thank you very much Maureen for your kind comment.