Addictive Dependence

Frighteningly attached.
Would end my life if detached
From my source of living.
Tremors.
Shakes.
Disoriented.
I received all it was giving.
Satisfaction on high.
Always needed it nigh.

Can’t get it out of my system.
Can’t get it out of my mind.
My body’s calling for me to conduct a Search & Find.
Convulsions.
Hallucinations.
Delusional.
Can’t handle the separation.
Need injections in high concentration
To regain equilibrium.

Said it was taken for granted.
I was too demanding; and
Through it, I lived vicariously…
In love so dangerously.
Searching.
Scratching.
Clawing.
Trying to discover an escape.
The urging will always remain.
It is my addiction.
It is she.
She is my addiction.

Shattered House

Violent
Hunting.
Cunning.
Lurking.
Attacking.
The thief struck at the midnight hour.
Broke the windows. No one heard a sound.
Forced himself inside, infiltrating the property.
Destroyed all he saw, showing no mercy.
Movements were intensive.
Of any resistance, he was dismissive.
Mission would be accomplished. There would be no failing.
He wasn’t fazed by the alarm’s wailing.
As fast as he entered, he left.
The house’s cry turned stealth.
Unrecognizable, she was totally dismantled.

Terrified.
Violated.
Worthless.
Ashamed.
Unsafe.
For self, the house had such disdain.
She was mutilated.
Will never sleep the same.
Won’t ever experience the joy of watching kids play.
Stripped of her being…
Spirit absent from the body.
Scared to reach out, remaining isolated.
Society can’t understand her pain.
Inside, only empty space.
Hidden in a somber place.
In despair’s arms, she lies
Covered by filth she can’t hide.
Nothing can wash it away.

Imprisoned.
Depressed.
Displaced.
Shaken.
Barren.
Will the tears ever stop flowing?
Will she ever stop being scared of sleeping?
Will she ever smile again?
How will she ever live again?