More.....?A Poem by HuwWe are slaves to whatever fills our minds and occupies our time. Usually to what we enjoy the most. If that enjoyment should fail it leaves a person emotionally destitute.I heard the term crackhead I gave it no thought at first until I realised the implications. A man would awake and into his head would flood a single desire more crack. Not coffee, not tea, not sizzling bacon this particular prisoner and slave had no option addicted, adjudged and serving his sentence no choice in the matter it had gone to far his head filled with need more crack. Lying to friends and family stealing from anyone his soul having been sold long ago his wrecked body beyond anyones desire wracking pains driving him on more crack. Despised, rejected and abused self inflicted so he thought and so did they who judged him every day little did they know they were slaves themselves to whatever filled their minds more.......? © 2015 Huw |
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1 Review Added on May 31, 2015 Last Updated on May 31, 2015 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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