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well-fed hunger
Contributed by
Jigget
on
Monday, 8th April 2013 @ 02:00:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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well-fed hunger (1997)
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I feel the numbness fading as the hurt becomes my friend,
my ever-present shadowed echo chasing my future to the end.
it's all real as real can be, a mockery made to pretend,
and all the roads are beaten paths that beat those who defend.
so with mask in place i join the ranks of faces without eyes.
i must not show that yes, i know the backwards truths are lies
the hope is dead. the soul is sold. hate feed on the flies.
the object of your hatred is your thin, hand-made disguise.
i can't sleep for fear of dreaming, so the night is just more day.
starving with gold in my pocket and a deaf god to whom i pray.
trapped upside-down and backwards in a fun-house mirror maze...
a maze of hazy days so gray, i pray the Crazy stays away.
JD Howell
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Jigget
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2013-04-08 02:00:22] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: well-fed hunger
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Saturday, 17th May 2014 @ 08:59:39 PM AEST (User
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Man, it's bonkers there is no comment to this piece. Perhaps this site is not riddled with addicts? Har-dee-har har.
Excellent turns here....appreciating what you've done and what you drew out of me in this read. (btw, you're poems are, as you suggest, best read aloud...same with mine).
I don't celebrate my problems...I don't think we're members of some cool club. It sucks for both of us, and I wish I didn't carry this burden....the truth is, JD, that I don't know who I would be without my addiction(s)....there is no memory of a healthy Michael...an unpolluted version of me. Now that REALLY sucks, as I read my words as typed.
Anyway, as before, most excellent and disconcerting to read. I like disconcerting- not everything is smiles and hugs and cuddly boo-boo.
Best,
Invierno |
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