...The story of a girl in London, England


Sonnet 31: Addiction


The horror of a thousand waking dreams

Caught up within a bloodied, blackened web.

The twisted, broken, slicing, sobbing screams

Resounding, pounding, endless in your head.

The helplessness to grasp reality,

The reaching, clawing, scraping, aching need.

The mindlessness, forgetting how to breathe,

The claustrophobic casement, though you’re free.

You’re free of your own hellish, senseless life,

Released, to find a hellishness within.

A burning, for a moment. Gulping strife

Into a nightmare you could never win.

The promise you will never use again.

The wish that this were true, that it would end.

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