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A Secret Addiction

A Secret Addiction

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They glisten like red beads,
Tiny droplets splattered in parallel lines.
They're my saviour, secret and solace,
Glimmering in the beam of my bedside lamp.
 
Their presence reassures me, 
So I extract more and more.
I have power, I'm in control, 
As my anger slowly escapes me. 
 
Those little red beads, they're growing. 
Forming puddles - like pin heads
That protect me from the pain.
A pain that's sourced inside me.
 
The puddles join up,
Forming rivers that flow freely,
Carrying away a complicated load,
Of anger, regret, sadness and pain. 
 
I hear footsteps, shuffling,
So I wipe away my creation.
I wipe away my feelings,
Emotions I'm terrified to tell.
 
Except they won't go away,
Not fully. They remain there.
A man made valley,
My frozen trail.
 
No amont of tablets, talking or treatment
Can extinguish the memories.
My arms, they tell a story.
A story that will never leave me.