Addiction
In search of a pleasure rush,
Family ignore my spirit crush.
Problems ascend into the sky.
My mind rests on a cloud.
My soul collides with the moon.
I relish the moments of escape.
Fears subside for an instant.
Need increases with each breath.
Memories flash like Christmas lights
inviting me to return to childhood.
History repeats itself, I am incomplete.
A dark cocoon remains on the bathroom floor.
Paranoid
New neighbors
Vagrant teens
Drug addicts
Peddlers
Late nights
Nuisance
Call the police
Locked in jail
Vacant house
Problems cease
Until thieves
break in
Fear set in
Paranoid?


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paranoia? more like common sense healthy fear. ; )
nicely done.
For some reason, this grabs me the most: "History repeats itself, I am incomplete.
A dark cocoon remains on the bathroom floor."
Kudos.
I'm reminded of The Cain Mutiny Court Martial, a tremendous play.
little songs of dawn
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These two, to me, go together so well. One neighbor's problems leading to feeding off another ones. Yes, I do hope either they move or you do. You did a superb job on these.
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Thanks!
Marilyn
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Mark
james
Paranoia can be good but overwhelms the spirit if it takes control
Look forward to your next adventure in writing
I love "my soul collides with the moon". I think I have felt that before! Even drug free! ;)
I think there might be one place you missed an opportunity for a break in the second poem I think I would think about breaking
Until thieves break in
to
Until thieves
break in
It matches your 2 and 3 syllable structure that you have throughout the whole poem. *laughing* like I am one to talk about structure but it is something I have been working at pretty hard lately. And this poem really has rythem. Well Done!