addiction
was like
a feeling
pulsing
pounding
uncontrollably
out my
pores
addiction
was like
a double
full moon
shining
through
prisms
and just
that far
removed
addiction
was like
living
without vegetables
without bread
without water
without
moral fiber
addiction
burnt holes
in my retina
so my
soul
could slip out
unawares
Edgar Allen Poe
knew
addiction
was best put
to rest
the way
Faulkner did
the way
Hemingway did
the way
Fitzgerald did
the way
Bukowski did
typing
away
until
put to
rest
That’s is beautifully said. Just simple words, that speak to your heart.
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Thank you
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