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Addictions...

The preceding thrill is enough to outweigh the moral pull, and it easily swipes it out of view like the light-eager moths in my room. It's simple to avoid the shimmer of the golden dust left behind as that single ember is much brighter. I can't help but see myself as one of them; temptation pulls me in, the warming ember keeps me focused. I know what the consequences can be, but they are distant until they arrive and slap me dead. I shouldn't, and I won't. This last time felt as they all did: click, sizzle, out.

Reviews

[wolfshrew]

this seemed very intense to me...it would be great to here in spoken word.

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Mm, I can completely relate.
*sigh* Those damn embers and golden dust. ;]

Really nice piece.

[Jacqueline]

I actually really like the form of this poem
It seems like one complete thought yet one that is broken up and torn in two directions.
You captured the human mind pretty damn well.
And you could pretty much apply this train of thought to any problem.
Love it.

[Natasha]

You've described the push-pull situation of an addiction so brilliantly.

"temptation pulls me in, the warming ember keeps me focused"
I love that line.

[Theresa]

Very well written with great imagery. I love the line:
"and it easily swipes it out of view like the light-eager moths in my room."
It's like you are struggling with making the decision that you know is wrong, but in the moment it seems so right. Nicely done. Thanks for sharing.