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Addiction's Grip
My heart is bound by addiction’s grip.
It whispers lines of entangled script.
I'm torn by desire for the wild and cruel,
and spill my lust in the arms of fools.
My life is lived in shadows deep,
Where flesh meets flesh and then it sleeps.
It whispers lines of entangled script.
I'm torn by desire for the wild and cruel,
and spill my lust in the arms of fools.
My life is lived in shadows deep,
Where flesh meets flesh and then it sleeps.
Published 17th Jun 2023
Author's Note
I feel like my life is mirroring elements of my mother's last days.
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17th Jun 2023 3:46pm
We are often a continuation of ancestral patterns. It's wise that you recognize something of your mother in your own behaviour.
This is a very cleverly composed verse.
This is a very cleverly composed verse.
4th Jul 2023 7:36pm
Thank you. I do sense that the traits of my mother and father continue to find expression in me. I guess that can be a dangerous thing if not managed.
Like the way it loosely rhymes. Agree with Ahavati, it is wisdom to acknowledge this.
Favourite line:
Where flesh meets flesh and then it sleeps.
Favourite line:
Where flesh meets flesh and then it sleeps.
17th Jun 2023 10:11pm
18th Jun 2023 00:43am
Recognizing the problem is an important step. Please get some help. Don’t give up.
4th Jul 2023 7:35pm
Thank you for your kind comment. I've been a little scattered lately but am catching up on contacts.
