Two Sedoka's on addiction.
I think we all know someone who suffers from addiction, be it alcohol, drugs, pills or gambling.. Sadly too many judge from the action and do not see the reason behind many fall into it.
fighting addiction
chains of control solder hold
held captive to corrupt brain
unhealed trauma screams
judgement offers no respite
soul hopes to escape prison
warfare addiction
mind battles intense craving
brain hellbent to find next fix
without compassion
do not judge - support through love
save a soul that's still alive
Categories:
inflictions, addiction,
Form: Sedoka
A wafting thunder down deep with lost fragments of heart
Ponderous and measuring, abandoned deep in the dark
Nourishment degraded decaying love forever lost
Damaged limb from limb life’s lonely bitter cost
Taken by chase, a dragon’s breath allure
Once innocent and sweet but no longer pure
Absent loyalty unseats, the flame now takes hold
This deadly flash of the tail, presently big and so bold
Knowledge and wisdom now consumed by the beast
A child yearning for freedom and life’s final feast
Overlooked and neglected this youth now confined
Silently lost in the shuffle, a writ left unsigned
August 11, 2020
Inflictions Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
inflictions, addiction, child abuse,
Form: Rhyme
A white Santa showed a child the skin tone of the top brass
A white doll to an innocent black girl contrasts ugliness
A white wedding was beauty redefined as a cloak on a lass
A white Jesus, before we repented, repainted righteousness
A white collar is how we elevated and segregated a social class
A white angel flew from heaven and misrepresented its race
A black me is fighting a mind conditioned to be last
A black me is sometimes a victim of an innocence of whiteness
Categories:
inflictions, race, racism, religion, religious,
Form: Rhyme
Indecent Inflictions
Have I woken up in a place I’ve never known?
Commonality is a depth I seem unable to fathom.
Do I give of what I’m asked; but what’s mine is also your’s?
I seem to have wrongly assumed I am.
The assassin of love is not failure in itself;
The killer is degrees.
Degrees that inflict and destroy; and accompanied always---
By those thoughtless justifications.
People don’t really drown in their own tears;
And if they fall to their knees they still breathe.
Though its mending may take many years;
Nobody really dies from a broken heart;
Since she’s been gone I feel only with my heart.
This is it for now; but tomorrow is another day;
And limb by limb my craft takes shape.
For from this desolate island of loneliness I will escape.
Categories:
inflictions, angst, lost love, sad,
Form: Free verse
Self inflictions,
trying to deal with the pain....
but it is not working any more,
something stronger,
but will that work or is my
only option death?
Deep cuts,
leaving marks,
now feeling ugly and unpretty,
maybe that is why no one loves me...
Self Hate,
I don't want to continue living my life this way,
but I have no one to reach out to,
no one who understands my pain.
Categories:
inflictions, confusion, death, sad,
Form: I do not know?