Open Poetry #5 |
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the power of addiction |
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adam Junior Member
since 1999-12-28
Posts 10BFE |
Many moons have lived and died, since my imagination played. Back to a time I had a soul, that a theif has now taken away.. If only lfe were perfect, if my soul were only free. Where lived not, a demon. By the name of addiction,with his sharp teeth piercing me. It blinds me from all but temptation, careful not to let me see.. Slowly it steals, a life that I love, and all that matters to me. This wrath I do not wish on a single creature. After suffering it's ruthless attack... You see sometimes even an army of your loved ones,will fail to pull it from your back.. Cast out because of my weakness, treated like I'm a demon too... Still in the dark shadow of your judgement, I warn I'm a diversion for you.. There are many demons among us, laying in wait before taking form. They've been tasting your sin hoping it will ripen,from the day that you are born. should you fall prey as I have, ambushed in my weakest hour. then pray to your god,that your demon should lack the strenght of addictions power. by ADAM CLARKE ROBERTS |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Hi Adam, welcome to Passions! This is a wonderful poem. Why don't you post it in Open # 5 for everyone to enjoy. Open # 4 is for replys only at this point. All new poetry should be posted in Open # 5! Again wonderful poem! You are a very talented writer! I'll be looking for more from you!< !signature--> Denise [This message has been edited by dsnyder (edited 12-28-1999).] |
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