AddictionA Poem by JackJust a bubble ready to pop, Like rain, will drop. Floating away, Feeling dismay. Anxiously wait for it to burst, consumed and cursed. In need of help Inside I yelp Leave this crippling feeling I will, Just one last pill. Have no control, My addict soul. © 2010 Jack |
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11 Reviews Added on May 13, 2010 Last Updated on May 18, 2010 Tags: addiction, minute poem, sad, sadness, lonely, alone, pathetic, loss of control AuthorJackAboutI live in the U.S.A. I began writing my Sophomore year of high school. I love writing, drawing, and playing music with anyone who can hold a beat. I am motivated by the feeling, although elusive, when.. more..Writing
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