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a broken cigarette in the trash can.
by Andrew S Adamswhere can i even begin
when the night has all but ended?
sigur rós, calm my soul under the moon.
work off a buzz after finding another broken cigarette
in the trash can again.
when will i ever beat this addiction:
to turmoil?
to restlessness?
to discovering my muse at the stroke of 2AM?
some things start innocent,
recede into devious.
some things are shattered crystal-
(so beautiful before it's accidental destruction)
and tonight, i've mended it almost too perfectly.
the only thing that remains the same
is our parting in constant change.
the only thing that remains the same
is my addiction to addiction.
08/17/2003 Author's Note: all is not what it seems;
Posted on 08/17/2003
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/18/03 at 05:58 PM Very well done. The imagery is very addictive. Great word use and a great read. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 10/11/06 at 11:18 PM I think the flow and words fit the feel of the subject perfectly, addicition is afterall just another word for repetition...... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/12/11 at 04:36 PM Aptly put Andrew. As someone still fighting this addiction, I can totally relate. Congrats on finally hitting POTD with this one. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/12/11 at 08:48 PM We all have our addictions whether they are recognized or not. And things are rarely what they seem even though people loose their lives because they think they are. |
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