Drug my soul

By beamish



Anger and rage are  cocaine for the soul

They rush and burn blood hot and crazy

A slave I have been and am still. Fighting it's madness  willing to kill for its power

Screaming terror on knees bent  life owned and controlled only saved by redemption of tears and forgiveness .

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Copyright 2016 beamish
Published on Thursday, January 14, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • carlosjackal On Wednesday, November 15, 2017, carlosjackal (3010)By person wrote:

    What a king hell bastard of an opening line! The whole piece was brilliant and resonant and I wholeheartedly agree with Nett's comments.

  • soul_versing On Wednesday, March 16, 2016, soul_versing (882)By person wrote:

    I'm a firm believer that revealing pieces of oneself in short stanza reveals far more than realized. Great piece that you have here. -Bows Scholar

  • beamish On Wednesday, March 16, 2016, beamish (137)By person wrote:

    thank you

  • A former member wrote: Well I can't say I know the power of cocaine but I definitely know the feeling of being consumed by your emotions so much so that the feelings begin to be your new normal and when it's gone you seek it out just to feel "normal" again or feel anything really. It can be a deadly path to wander

  • Nixx On Friday, January 15, 2016, Nixx (240)By person wrote:

    have you ever really been addicted to cocaine? it sucks when you don't get forgiveness.

  • beamish On Friday, January 15, 2016, beamish (137)By person wrote:

    Far worse than cocaine.

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