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Resisting Relapse is Hard
Euphoric state
brought on by deprivation.
A clarity and peace of mind
like nothing else can induce.
A sense of comforting righteousness,
superiority feeling true and right.
Others' inability and unwillingness
to control and deny
the basest of animal instinct,
a profound moral failing.
The smacking, slurping, crunching noises
as they stuff their gobs
nauseatingly disgusting,
the sight and sound unbearable.
The scent of the subjects
of their mastication
made painful by lack of same,
and made unappealing
in the face of this heady high.
None of them know
the bliss that is mine alone,
the secret of it all
increasing the joy.
Published 6th Dec 2012
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6th Dec 2012 6:38pm
7th Dec 2012 00:37am
6th Dec 2012 8:59pm
ah! the lady and the 'Father' springs to mind. Change a few words and it could be your other trilogy. But yes it is a beatiful poem about abstination heightening our spiritual awarenes.
So many knock out their higher senses and miss so much in the process.
So many knock out their higher senses and miss so much in the process.
8th Dec 2012 1:33pm
Clearly the best poem I've read on issubject. It captures so much about this disease. I dated a girl in college who suffered from this and this reminded me of her ... and made me wonder what ever became of her.
9th Dec 2012 11:53pm
Wow, that's rather high praise LeColonel, thank you! It's also interesting to know that what I wrote holds so true for others that it reminds you of a specific person.
