Toxic
I'm in love...
But this bitch has got to go
She lubricates the rhyme
And the rusted chain of my my mind...
But this bitch has got to go...
I'm smitten
In this toxic relationship
I am the sacrificial zinc diode
She's the rust free ship
Sedated and fixated
My sights begin to dip
She pulls the trigger violently
Firing blindly
From the hip
She gets me through the day
With counterfeit emotions
I'm a slave to her magic potion
She alters the gulf stream in the oceans
False positivity she emits
The colours that she shines
Easily overpower the natural dull grey
I'm the docile wood pigeon...
She's the bird of pray
She's the cure to dyslexia
A code to unlock the complex page
Forever at my side like a parasitic twin...
Whenever I'm in doubt
She shows her dorsal fin
She also shows her teeth, with a wry smile/grin
Monday mornings feel harsh and bitter
With a temptation to push the reset button
And blindly begin again
Available to the highest bidder...
With or without prescription
The opposite of virtue
She's comfortably camouflaged sin
Comments
"She's comfortably camouflaged sin" wow the creativity here is astounding. Well done.
Thank you so much for your kind comment. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and especially that line.
- Syd
Powerful and creative write well done.
Thanks Simon. I tried something a bit different for this one. It's not usually the way I write.
- Syd
Brilliant write Syd . We all have our addictions even though we know they are destroying us. The pleasure and the pain --- 2 sides of the same coin. DD X
Thank you DD. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Yes I agree, we all have our own addictions in some form or other. Apologies for the late reply.
- Syd