April 17: Addiction (#NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2020 #GloPoWriMo #Poetry)



Not my drug. Sober as

pleasant badger pacing

– legs amazingly short –

in his cage, all squared

like a tiger. This poison

– how sweet the sound –

not my cup. It drips,

burns like hell, slaughters

– a coward at night –

only peace, not pain.

Except for an eye,

– someone there staring –

it blinks, digs its claws,

infecting the deep itch

– such soothing caress –

once more, I surrender

daily dosage to thee

– bloody hard to quit.


(Image: “A knock at the door”, Robeco.com)


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