Written November 2016
I used to think that addiction
Was reserved for alcoholics
Yet I have written strands of words
Pulled out like splinters from my own frontal lobe
And I have been sustained
Purely on fleeting inspiration
And bled veins dry
Just to coexist with suffering
To evict a delicate aesthetic tailored to readers
And I have rehabilitated myself
Through stretches of empty nothings
Where all that I had
Perhaps all that I was
Has been carved from me
And offered up to an audience
Too caught up in my lack of rhyme
To encompass an attempt at macabre artistry
are illuminated with a desire to pull young minds
And plant them in our own skulls
Yet never really learn how to grow
And I could say that I missed being sober
But perhaps it was just easier
When my mind was simple, my vocabulary small
And my critical thinking
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Well written. I like the imagery.
Standing Ovation! Hits right at home. Thank you for the Inspiration!
Lovely and thought provoking
Bravo //teary eyed// bravo //sniffling// bravosimosossoso //throws flowers//
Congrats on the DD.
Yeah, here's my thought. DD worthy. Congratulations, you got the award XDD
Demon in the devil´s matrix?
Thank you for expressing this!
Hey! I've been meaning to read more of your poetry, I really like what i've read so far from you : -) i just wanted to let you know there's a small mistype in here. "macarbe" is supposed to be "macabre". I hope you don't mind the correction, i figured you just may not have noticed it