Opium puppet

Pavements and graves 

Quick shoot, I'm running, enslavement

My strings reach from up high down to the paving

In my grave, shaking, resurface

Till the light filters from the dappled dirt

Relieve the receptors, 

withdrawing 

My choices are taken

Reprogrammed 

Overdose into a comatose

This cycle is the way I walk forever

Relapsing and collapsing 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very strong statement on an addicting drug, and what addiction causes...we become someone we aren't and it is like someone is pulling the strings and manipulating us...we have no control anymore...the choices are gone.

great write, Wraith..
I am always intrigued by your poetry.