Addiction

Addiction

A Poem by Jack

Just a bubble ready to pop,

Like rain, will drop.

Floating away,

Feeling dismay.

 

Anxiously wait for it to burst,

consumed and cursed.

In need of help

Inside I yelp

 

Leave this crippling feeling I will,

Just one last pill.

Have no control,

My addict soul.

© 2010 Jack


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Addiction; consumed n cursed 'i like that expression'
I see this every day in my job; addiction, hard to beat!
Thank you for your entry in the Minute Poetry Contest!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on May 13, 2010
Last Updated on May 18, 2010
Tags: addiction, minute poem, sad, sadness, lonely, alone, pathetic, loss of control

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Jack
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I live in the U.S.A. I began writing my Sophomore year of high school. I love writing, drawing, and playing music with anyone who can hold a beat. I am motivated by the feeling, although elusive, when.. more..

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