His Addiction

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic


His

 

His past remains so agitated

With every stimulated chance; there; still holding some force

Searching for comfort in a relapse, which—appears—just slightly abated…

If he stares long at the existing problems, his knees will fall to the source.

It’s impossible to walk backwards: yet a different direction—

But one with safe similarities, so that he may stumble into nothing new.

And when it returns, disguised to his mind as protection:

…Alleviated. Remaining the stale man he always knew

 

There, he stares into his glass filled with a similar friend

Thinking thirsty wishes of time travel: since its some sweet cure for change.

Sedated in this empty space that feels fantastic, though the very wrong end

Drowned in an all too familiar itch, pretending that sensation feels strange.

 

Though, surprise, he laughed in the face of his past; at no tangible restrictions

Always staring down the path, again, away from his addiction.

 


Submitted: June 14, 2016

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