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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Conflictive Addiction

Pills are my meal.
Alcohol my water.
Strange the new normal.

So serene in this inverted world.

Always in a fog.
Don’t care at all.
I no longer hear fear call.

I swallow pill after pill just to feel real.

My days are a maze.
At night I hallucinate.
My mind lazy.

This addiction is holding me hostage.

My body numb.
Irrational mood.
My conduct so lewd.

Have I gone too far? I don’t know what to do.

So much rage!
So, so ill.
Talking crazy.

Need intervention. I’m too weak to save me.

Pills are dulling.
Alcohol drowns.
I’m falling down.

Conflictive addiction. I need that relief, though I know it’ll end in grief.

I want to live again.
Not just exist.
It’s up to me to end this.

© 2011 Jennifer L. Brooks


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