Relapsed

Km2

A deeply insightful piece. Can really feel the inner struggle and turmoil coming through. A disease eating away at your psyche and sanity. Pecking away, burrowing deep inside your brain and nesting, incubating hoards of toxic brood ready to be realeased at the drop of a pin. And when it's finally feeding time, you have to wonder, will there be anything left. One can only hope. Another great poem. :)

brucek

my feeling is that this is about "falling off the wagon". staying away from the crowd that creates the desire for drugs or alcohol. after staying away from it for so long. it happens again. i hope this isn't your problem, but if it is, there's plenty of others to keep you company. may you find the strength to break free and continue on with your life.
you do have some interesting pacing to your poetry. i especially liked
"I
Need it, my
Darling, my
Precious, my
Prince."
Although i READ it as
I need it,
My darling,
My precious,
My prince.
so, always curious, i have to wonder, why did she write that part in that particular way? i may never know, unless she deems to tell me.

brucek

booksie didn't let me keep my comment the way i wanted it to be. suffice it to say, the part i was referring to i read with each line beginning with "my". see ya!