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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.

Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017

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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. Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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 Pigeon Tart 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. Login to Reply Roy Pett Date: 3/10/2017 9:42:00 AM Thank you very much Maureen for your kind comment.