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using a tree, sap, & sun as metaphors for an addict & his/her addiction experience |
| Addiction If I'm a tree, it's the fatal sap that feeds, then kills me. Death's a' comin' fast-- maybe slow. Sap's a' risin'-- I feel the flow. My glorious sun-- like a tree's leaves, I crave more. It's always to die for. A few minutes free- no pain. Been so long I can't recall- what drove me this insane. a bite--forbidden fruit- another-then just one more killing mind, body and soul, closing life's door. This soul blight-- the fruit of my choice- is murdering my heart's voice. Self-control--first my last bite, promise...then I 'll make myself right. last time--just one more.... then I'll prune that branch as never before. Yeah--I know--I've said that before... Hey--Hey-where is the door?... Then... Hope-- incarnate through the door walked in And as leaves in Fall flee from their tree Death,and its choking vines fell away from me |