Yet another about love, you know when it is so intense you feel as if you are wound tight and a vien has been tapped (this is a repost)


Addict

Addicted
and
twisted up in the need
I can not live without it
held prisoner
bound and shackled by it
I have fought for it
stolen and lied
It has brought me low
and sent me on the highest high
It has soothed me
and left its scars
It has been my most shining moment
and my tragedy
I will cook it up and shoot it hot
Light it up and toke it
lay it on my tongue and feel its bitter dissolve
I can never have enough
The supply must never end
If it stops I shall die
I have a pusher who feeds the need
and stills the hunger
who delivers the goods
quenches my thirst
with that drug
the drug so sweet
so dangerous
so pure
no need to cut or mix it
it's all natural
it's all so good
Oh how I need my drug,
how I want it
I must have it
please pusher man
bring my lover to me




Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
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Written on 2006-10-21 at 02:57

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J. E.
Great work indeed.
2006-10-23


brian paglia
I loved it!We initially try to escape with the very thing that lays the biggest trap of all;usually near impossible to escape from.
Please read my poems:22catches and blue genes.
2006-10-21


Kathy Lockhart
this is a chilling protrayal of addiction Jessica. I am glad you reposted; it needs to be read by many.
2006-10-21