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the cruel day
the afternoon lingered...
it stretched its long shadow over my soul and feast
it fed on my irritation picking the bones clean
my addiction festered under the boiling sun
and the day smiled at me deliriously
I sought comfort in the faces of others
their grins seemed distorted and false
looking in a funhouse mirror they mocked me
just a phene wound up about to pop
fists to the wall might be the release I needed
but I was loathed to admit my pitiful state even to myself
keep it together I told myself...hold your shit
the day scoffed...tomorrow promised to be worse
the naked sober sun was cruel
sinister in its desire to decimate my will completely
yesterday I chat up a man who wasn't to my liking to get high
the conversation turned and I was humiliated by his gutter talk
I left untouched but dirty none the less
I am becoming what I hate
Published 15th Apr 2020
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15th Apr 2020 11:16pm
Wow! The depths of this write cuts deep portraying the struggles and scars of addiction /self respect. Powerful!!!!. You are amazing.
15th Apr 2020 11:18pm
16th Apr 2020 00:40am
Damn Brenda 🙏👏🙌🙌 deep ass amazing piece The way you write is just so captivating and original I love this so much!
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16th Apr 2020 1:08pm
This is so raw and uncut yet it speaks volumes of truth that I can relate to deeply as I understand wholeheartedly that cycle of madness and insanity nicely composed dear poetess..respect
17th Apr 2020 4:56pm
thank you dearest Stoney for the love and understanding I deeply appreciate it ❤
17th Apr 2020 5:21pm
26th Apr 2020 11:01am
I feel your true nature as a fighter and the desire to make the best choice after a bad choice. It should be your armor and sword in a battle you can win as long as you believe in the idea that you can win. Once you admit total defeat your regrets will become your ruler and self destruction is eminent. Self abuse is ok to accept and hope is still present to believe in. Self destruction is death and it causes othrs to hurt and chances to keep fighting are gone. Success isn't necessarily not being an addict anymore. It's accepting your an addict it is understanding what addiction does to you and not allowing it to control you anymore because you don't like how it makes you feel about yourself not because of how others make you feel. believing you can defeat this desease is believing you can rename the color blue to green. Its the false reality of what you have defined to already be true and believing you are able to change what it is to what it isn't. You will always be an addict but it doesnt mean you will always be a using miserable with yourself and position in society addict. May the universe bless you with all you need to be who you are wanting to be. Good luck, good write and keep writing for yourself and others.
26th Apr 2020 7:15pm
thank you graciously dearest Sweetry for such a very thoughtful comment on a very tough subject...you're very insightful I'm a little loss for words but I truly thank you for your wisdom I will likely come back to it several times to fully absorb its truth ❤
