Addiction & Subtraction

Addiction & Subtraction short poem

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I am a lost soul,
Half of a whole.
Don’t really fit,
Can’t seem to quit.
Too soft for life,
Too tough to die,
A cage-less bird afraid to fly.
Shrinking from a faceless fear,
Risking all that I hold dear.
To drown my thoughts; to get some peace,
On a sea of booze; what sweet release!
Then to wake and face the day,
A ton of more wreckage in my way.
How many times can I play,
This deadly game of Groundhog Day?
Before at last, the barrel spun,
I say a prayer and lift the gun,
But tempted Fate has reached its limit,
The chamber has a bullet in it.

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I grew up in Woodside, New York, the child of an artist. I always loved to write and draw. I published a short story "Good Help Is Hard to Find", a spooky story fashioned in the style of my favorite author Stephen King. I love writing poetry - it's so freeing to get your emotions out on the page!
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J.rid
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A very powerful poem my first thoughts hope she does not have a gun! then read your profile and could see where you were coming from. I did enjoy from begining to last blast.

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