The Addiction
They mock me. They know, how dearly I want it.
The ticks of the clock intimidating. Every hour feels like a day.
My hands, shivering, palms clammy. The need, the urge, slithering like a serpent, down my spine.
Just one more! What do I have to lose?
But will I stop? and turn into a recluse.
They told me about it,
recovery and the route,
addiction and the root.
But will I give in and be devout?
Can I forget and focus?
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Their words echo, it will result in hallow.
I count the truffles again -The Chocolate Advent Calendar
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Hehe! Wicked, aren’t they? Love the rhymes and I’ll forgive devout not rhyming with route in our version of language over here. Homonymically speaking, our route sounds like root... but then the Scots would probably pronounce devout as devoot anyway, to rhyme with route or root! But politically speaking, the Scots seem to want out these days!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks Jamie and Sarah!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Neville! I plead your forgiveness to all my drabbles!
I agree with the route sounding like root more than devoot (sorry, just stuck with the theme).
Hail Nicola! -
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Christopher!
