Thursday, April 15, 2010

everyday was one last look

every day was one last look...

"What have I became
in this false fantasy?
Thriving on something sweet,
submerging into another world.
Without it I tumble
transforming into nothing.
I'm locked in a stalemate
not capable to stir.
Look closely through my eyes,
as deep as the end of sight.
See! My ailment and do
your very best to repair.
Save me from this ogre
I have become, before
I sit in a dark painful void...

lost inside my addiction"

- Claire Nixon


Vesna said...

Can fantasy ever be false or true? I wonder...
Beautiful post Diane, as always, you amaze me.
Warm hugs

Sylvia said...

"Look closely through my eyes,
as deep as the end of sight."... The strength of this poem is deeply stirring. Thank you, Diane, this is amazing.

Migue said...

What a strong feeling, addiction, what a scary thing to feel yourself trapped, by anything.
That's one of my nighmares.


Diane said...

Thank you all very much!