Poem -
Ice BBQ.
He's not always funny, but always wants to be on point.
He's got the not smelly white heat in the bowl.
Is your emotional center turning to ice as you bbq your brain.
Costs more than you think, make, sure that you can stop anytime.
Psst the hold is tight, the dependant urge is having abundance while nutting it out.
Humm who changed the wind and got your head stuck.
Who wanted more than just a deep change.
Shrugging it off , that things are now strange.
Lead only if you have to follow, follow only if you one day lead.
Ice cream before you bbq your meat.
Some take it if it's on offer but freedom is not what they are passing.
Ice tears over you.
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Comments
Wow!! LILIANA!!....this speaks quite powerfully to the subject of addiction and its consequences!!......You obviously know this subject matter well because of all the little poetic nuances and references to details that are intimate and understated so poetically ~
~ "Is your emotional center turning to ice as you BBQ your brain..."
ALL STARS! & PINNED!!....well conceived and BEAUTIFULLY delivered warning to whomever the subject is here!!.....wow!....excellent stuff dear poet sister!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
Thank you a subject not enough said about, but even darkness has some light.