Effigy of Addiction
I’m the cement in between these bricks
Twisted hands
That cover this sick
This is an effigy of hate
I am dully vibrant, cracked down the side
Violent waters
Forming a white, frothy tide
These are my eyes
I am not a sun, I am not a star
Burning bright
Like roundabout cars
This is a waste
I’m a rocking horse, back and forth each day
Holes of people
Making a mockery of what I say
This is my insanity
Memories etched on my skin, as grey as ash
Just as hidden
As that stash of hash
This is my Addiction
This is my escape
I am a bird without a wing
As silent as I sing
Where have I gone?
This is my nothing
