Addiction

You know it's killing you, but you just don't stop

Blurry sight,
Wrecked mind,
Alcohol's our light,
Reality makes us blind.

Run away with me,
Let's make our own fantasy,
Let's sail the seas

of cigarettes and wines.

Till death cease
us from our rhymes.

Author's Note

Hey, it's another popcorn that popped in my head. XD :)
Anyway, what do you think?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like it, the stark reality of addiction and what it does...tripped a bit with Till death cease...i kept reading it "ceases"

but that's the English teacher in me...when i read it both ways...the way you have it sounds smoother...so i guess poetic license is in order.

j.

[Grey Evanescent]

lol hahahaha yeah it's grammatically wrong but that's another way of making poetry. A teacher's a teacher. My teach would go crazy if she'll read my pieces.

Thanks a lot for your reviews! :)

[bhavya]

These few lines have taken me to a totally different place.. A few words that touch your heart. Often in life all we seek is love, the kind of love that that'd be reciprocated. An imaginary world we all relish to live.. one day.. someday.
Such a beautiful poem!

[Grey Evanescent]

Thank you bhavya! :)

[Threads]

I've always enjoyed short poems. They give the thought directly, without too much intricacy.
For me I feel this poem gives the impression of a poet's escape from reality, and sometimes their muse. It is the insanity of an addiction or pain of hanging on the fringes of life that can sometimes produce some of the most beauty.
A definite favorite line would have to be

"Till death cease
us from our rhymes"

That just resounded with me. Nothing can part us from our writing if not death.

[Grey Evanescent]

True. Thank you!