More.....?

More.....?

A Poem by Huw
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We 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.

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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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Aloha,

This one is very true of any addiction, really... when you think about it. The addiction over rides common sense and logic, all for the fix....in spite of the ultimate price!

Thank you again for sharing your talent with us out here.

Alisa ;-)

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I'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..

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A Poem by Huw