Trapped

Published on by Susi Bocks
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Lucid Being – Ash D. Solomon

I
can see
the better
life shining clear,
can almost taste it.
But it’s just out of reach.
Down again, gave in again
to the temptations of my sins.
Every so often I regret it.
Shame, guilt, anger, sickness, hunger for death.
Self-medication, self-flagellation;
It’s all I seem to know anymore.
The bruises of the bottle stain
my life a shade of dingy
and gray in this bright world.
Can I escape it?
I would like to
just get out
of this
hell.

12 thoughts on “Trapped”

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  5. your poem really echoes the image of the person trapped in addiction like they are in that bottle. like the shape you created with the words, the length of the lines are like punctuation themselves.

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