My Fix

by The Pessimistic Peabody   May 30, 2007


My hand shakes,
waiting for that next fix.
Yearning for the instant gratification,
of moving misery from mind to paper.
Unleashing that euphoric wave,
that precedes this rare satisfaction.
This release,
allowing me to once again slip into my quiescent peace.

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  • 17 years ago

    by nikki

    Again, short but the message it pointed out perfectly, i love the descriptive words you use. this poem was awesome, a topic i have never read about but i loved it. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Sherry Lynn

    While your hand shakes my heart shivers like an earthquake. It is always a relief to get everything out on paper (or the screen).

    As a writer it is the best thing for me to turn my inner thoughts, emotions, and feelings into a simple piece of literature than can reach many.

    Again well done. I really like your style and I must admit that it is refreshing.

    --Sher

  • 17 years ago

    by Michelle18

    This is a great poem...i like your choice of words...it was short but worth the read...

    nice work.5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by dollwithafrown

    Lovely. Quite metaphorical, eh? My instinct was to believe this was [obviously] about drugs of some form. However, it was entirely of a different nature.

    Wonderful.

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