Strings of Addiction

On dangling strings he holds her life…

This woman who; once was my wife.

She belongs to him, that wears the hood,

   The monkey on her back sits where he could,

Push the plunger that delivers the fix…

Behind them both, Death works the sticks.

She’s lost in the addiction that seals her fate,

Can no-one help? Is it too late?

As time goes by; she succumbs to the rush;

With passing moments there’s only a hush.

Until she’s ready; she’s stuck on those strings,

Seeing her this way…oh, the tears it brings.

If she’s lucky in time; she’ll break this cycle of life,

This woman who; Once… was my wife.





©1998 Paul (ChryWizard) Posney

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