That's how it is. I was really good at 42's, a Texas domino game, while I was on Vicodin for my knee joint transplant. That stuff was hard to get off. You told that part well too, it was horrible, and took a long time with several tries. ..
I lost someone to addiction. It broke my heart when people said that "he chose that life". Fools that say that don't know shit about addiction. Thank you for your poem; powerful words.
Gail, you have certainly captured the addiction mind in your poem, and your collage is wonderful. Knowing people who struggle with the disease, I felt the struggle in your words.
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mindlovemisery
December 8, 2015 at 9:39 AM
dark stars closed in
dark spaces between
kept the secret....like those lines!!!
December 8, 2015 at 9:52 AM
That's how it is. I was really good at 42's, a Texas domino game, while I was on Vicodin for my knee joint transplant. That stuff was hard to get off. You told that part well too, it was horrible, and took a long time with several tries.
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December 8, 2015 at 11:42 AM
There must be lots of people who can identify with your poem of highs and lows of addiction.
Lynne x
December 8, 2015 at 12:02 PM
we watched a movie two nights ago that the 13 year old girl fell into the fire of addiction. it was really scary to watch her fall down that hole
December 8, 2015 at 12:06 PM
Well written. Really neat photo prompt too. You always do so well.
December 8, 2015 at 12:33 PM
Yup. Well done.
December 8, 2015 at 1:16 PM
Well done! I have heard many awful true stories of addiction, it is not good! Enjoy your day!
December 8, 2015 at 1:47 PM
A lot of things that's not really right... when addiction settles between two hearts.
December 8, 2015 at 1:55 PM
I lost someone to addiction.
It broke my heart when people said that "he chose that life".
Fools that say that don't know shit about addiction.
Thank you for your poem; powerful words.
December 8, 2015 at 2:33 PM
Great narrative here. I like the simple, everyday language - does not romanticize the topic. I wrote something similar - thanks, Mosk
December 8, 2015 at 3:33 PM
Addiction is awful. BTW, it's spelled wrong in the title.
December 8, 2015 at 4:59 PM
Oh you amazingly talented poet you. You did it again. Incredible I love your poems. Hug B
December 8, 2015 at 6:04 PM
Deep . . . in truth . . .
Addiction weaves such a twist into the addicted as well as those who love them . . .
One of your best Gail . . .
December 8, 2015 at 7:27 PM
You have captured the hellish cycle to perfection.
December 8, 2015 at 9:49 PM
Gail, you have certainly captured the addiction mind in your poem, and your collage is wonderful. Knowing people who struggle with the disease, I felt the struggle in your words.
December 9, 2015 at 8:45 AM
A tale of tragedy well told, my friend.
December 9, 2015 at 12:20 PM
Ugh, ugh and the lost heart.
December 10, 2015 at 5:53 AM
Beautifully composed, hard to read! Good job, Gail .....
December 10, 2015 at 12:59 PM
Well done!
December 10, 2015 at 2:20 PM