W|o it nothing seems possible, body aches & longs for comfort.
All of the questions in life have no meaningful answers,
Colors are dull, taste bland.
Nothings the same w|o my drung in hand.
Smiling doesn't come easy, believeing there is happiness does'nt work.
Trying to survive w|o it, only makes me more miserably incomplete
going thru' some of the harshest withdrawals I can't compete.
Weak, I am w|o this sense of intoxication
saddened, I feel w|o the warm sensation
wistful, sitting here alone needing it, no hesitation.
Aside from the emotional sacrifice, life's fallen into phase two : _____
Desccication ___.
My addiction stands beneath the stars, above my sight.
Relaxes my spirit on cold restless nights
Intoxicates my body, dilutes my pain
Places smiles on my face, keeps me sane.
I can't stand to fight it, don't want to be w|o
Don't feel in any danger, beside the fire I can't put out
Happiness & Sanity___. Peace of mind
I run into the arms of addiction, w| the sense knowing its mine.
_ 6'3" , dark skin, brown eyes, LOVES ME, larhe hands, big heart, sweet love. [Elijah E. Stokes] thats ADDICTION for me_.
♥ K.Nichole
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