Addiction

Morphine, novocaine
Anything to ease the pain
This suffering is all too real
Compared to what I used to feel
Yellow teeth and holes in jaws
Along with many other flaws
Are surely what’s to follow next
In this horrid tangled mess
Of long addictions never overcome
Soon I’ll wake to the ventilator’s hum

My Chagrin

Once again, to my chagrin
This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
To feed upon my fears

And it seems to slay my dreams
And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
My soul doth seek to find

Still I pray that night gives way
And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
Within it’s darkened trance

And perhaps lay loose the straps
That bind me to this cross
And free from round my neck now bound
This curs’ed albatross

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