"My Addiction of Sorrow"

An old piece....

Pleasure

My serenity

An ecstasy which burns

A blissful incise

My method of escape

I induce the devil’s medication

In order to cope

It brings me down

Never too much damage

Just enough to cure

The uproar of apprehension

That begins in my skull

Then corrupts my soul

My addiction of sorrow

Pain

2011 © T.G. Hopkins III

Reviews

[ali]

this poem reminds me of a dull headache feeling i would typically try to drive away with the methods you talk about.... its a good thing though and it's really genuine. you work with words like ecstasy incise and induce which are hard to get a flow with but you pull it off really well.
There are some lines I feel are just filler, I could be wrong though. If you keep them it won't harm the poem but stripping the poem down might make it more raw and dangerous.
thats all i can suggest-- thanks for your suggestions on my poem

[Abbie]

Wow very DEEP i like how it flows


100/100

This one was really sad Tommy. But a very good read, many people don't know about self-harm and what it's like. So it's good to get this kind of thing out there!
Apart from the very sad topic it was a neat poem. It was a creative idea to use the painful words in red.
This was very real, made you feel as if you were watching it. Great write!!

[Angela]

This leaves me feeling bereft. Your poems are all rife with emotion, somehow this one is different. An addiction to sorrow. It's a lonely place to be.

[Ms. Gruye]

This is written with true knowledge. Each line is sparse which conveys your ultimate image, raw emotion and it's physical consequence. It takes balls to put something this revealing out for all to read and comment on. Thanks and viva la