A Swift And Merciless BANG!

[Detox Mirror Voices # Nine Hundred And Ninety Nine]

There’s the Cell Door slamming shut,
ah, you thought it was ‘Revolving’,
but, there is no ‘Out’ from Addiction,
only Strained Leash and Peg Distance.
Some Escape temporarily,
others holiday in Sobriety…
yet, it never lasts, they always return,
back to Sickness’s Unloving Arms.
Excuse me, I was just yawning
whilst chuckling and thinking back
to your own glorious Beginnings,
you were ‘Different’, ‘Stronger’,
‘Cleverer’… you Gambled and Lost
… no-one’s Tougher than ‘Habit’.
Tilt that Bottle… in ‘It’ swims…
soon the embrace of inner Fracture.
Thirty years of Opiates… and
… let’s not even go there, is it,
the Apocalypse you’ve gone and made
of your once fragile, innocent Soul
… is beyond all comprehension.
You said that you’d never do ‘That’,
and ‘That’ and then there’s ‘That’ also
… if you sink any Lower,
oh wait, there is no Lower only Flatter,
Mental and Emotional Steamrollering
over the Ghost of what you once were.
Another morning, shaking awake…
what ‘Excuse’ will you choose today?
Or will you just STOP this Nonsense…
you’re right, I’m sorry, that was… cruel.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.