Saturday, December 13, 2014

Addiction's Remorse

Dark and death abound me,

And when my soul surrounds me,

I struggle ever more.


Chains and fool convictions,

Adolescent willed addictions,

It shakes me to the core.


The Lord's wrath lies upon me,

As raging bulls have gone free,

I'm losing this old war.


Lack of admiration,

Grasping the sensation,

Nothing is a bore.


Give my soul this rest to keep,

Allow my soul to cry and weep,

Just don't close the door.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© December 2014

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