Dopesick

I tend to cringe at the syringe Aimed at my throbbing veins Oh, this pain to be avenged! Or until the dosage wanes... Morphine screams in dopesick dreams, Tears my nerves to splitting seams And so the dope doth rob my hope- Who, now, shall intervene?

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Samuel Robinson

Date: 9/12/2013 12:07:00 PM

This one's meter is right on beat for me!

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 9/26/2013 8:32:00 AM

Glad it hit the spot for you, Samuel! ;)

Karen Anglesey

Date: 9/6/2013 5:48:00 PM

You are one of the most compelling writers I've ever read. Harsh subjects beautifully penned.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 9/8/2013 10:15:00 AM

I sincerely appreciate that, Karen. I strive to find a balance in my pieces, some kind of poetic ratio between all the heaviness and some "lightness" stirred in. I always want there to be some implied sense of hope somewhere in the piece. Sometimes I find that balance and sometimes I do not. Thank you for making me smile this morning :)