Regaining My Gift
You took my gift
to feed your habit
If only in solitude
I wish it was given
.
Addiction too strong
your blinded by it's wrong.
So I stay hollow, gift less
and palms full of empty.
Heavy is your load
you carry your purchase
a transaction you stole to make
From... my pockets, my purse, my mind
no peace
Your sticky fingers constantly rob me.
I am left nothing
Questions cloud the room
in it I hide
Up and down this roller coaster
"please let me off this ride".
Dark, gloomy, sad
walls of bricks
Inside are no treats
Inside only tricks
I close my eyes
I began to pray
Grown up I am free
to right the wrong of previous day.
Addictions stop
here my gifts over flow
now the habit, bad habit
BLOWS AWAY.....from STARVATION!!!
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