i found out
i couldn't juggle
the ups
the downs
someone said
take this you feel good
I flew
into the dark stars
fell flat on my face
thought that
was worth the trip
looked for more
live only for more
don't make no difference
just a high any high
so's i could believe
i was somebody
i could juggle
i was a super hero
high
with ups there's downs
dark stars closed in
dark spaces between
kept the secret
it fried my soul
used up
nothing to trade
i fell into the fire
alone not high
with no real heart
i pick up pieces
to learn to juggle again
19 comments:
tragic tale Gail and brilliantly told
mindlovemisery
dark stars closed in
dark spaces between
kept the secret....like those lines!!!
That's how it is. I was really good at 42's, a Texas domino game, while I was on Vicodin for my knee joint transplant. That stuff was hard to get off. You told that part well too, it was horrible, and took a long time with several tries.
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There must be lots of people who can identify with your poem of highs and lows of addiction.
Lynne x
we watched a movie two nights ago that the 13 year old girl fell into the fire of addiction. it was really scary to watch her fall down that hole
Well written. Really neat photo prompt too. You always do so well.
Yup. Well done.
Well done! I have heard many awful true stories of addiction, it is not good! Enjoy your day!
A lot of things that's not really right... when addiction settles between two hearts.
I lost someone to addiction.
It broke my heart when people said that "he chose that life".
Fools that say that don't know shit about addiction.
Thank you for your poem; powerful words.
Great narrative here. I like the simple, everyday language - does not romanticize the topic. I wrote something similar - thanks, Mosk
Oh you amazingly talented poet you. You did it again. Incredible I love your poems. Hug B
Deep . . . in truth . . .
Addiction weaves such a twist into the addicted as well as those who love them . . .
One of your best Gail . . .
You have captured the hellish cycle to perfection.
Gail, you have certainly captured the addiction mind in your poem, and your collage is wonderful. Knowing people who struggle with the disease, I felt the struggle in your words.
A tale of tragedy well told, my friend.
Ugh, ugh and the lost heart.
Beautifully composed, hard to read! Good job, Gail .....
Well done!
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