Theme: Habituation

The Addiction Bites into the Veins

The addiction bites into the veins,
poison runs in rivulets.
No matter how hard you feed this beast
you can't placate it,
can't constrain it.

Violent flashes crisscross the maze
of pathways you like to think are yours;
yours for the making,
yours for the taking,
but this labyrinth is merely taking you
farther from your intended goal,
the golden order of a plan well laid.

Put down the pipe,
pick up the gun,
draw the truth from the smoking barrel.
Empty the chamber,
admit what is in it,
then throw it away before it's too late.

Throw it away and never look back
or the next time it fires
you'll not dodge the bullet,
not dodge the one with your name on it.

30-Dec-2011

More By  :  David M Gunson

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