Self-destructionA Poem by HuwThe hope of future help is a hindrance to an addict. They lull themselves with future hope that they are in control and when they choose they can beat this ''thing''. Might as well boast I'm going to fly one day, fly to Mars when the mood takes me, but not yet for crying out loud, not yet. True Hope will only show her face when self esteem and hope in-self lies dead and ready to be buried. It's a long, bitter, tearful road that leads to the end of self, but until and unless it is walked in solitude there can be no other end, but self-destruction.
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Compartment 114
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1 Review Added on June 6, 2015 Last Updated on February 20, 2016 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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