DETOX..

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A couple of months ago, I attended the hippest,illest and funkiest artistic forum in town;WAPI.It was about the youths(you and I) being addicted to money, alcohol,and lots of other vices.
Now I am not a schools counsellor,but nothing can be closer to the truth than that.We are growing up chained to addictions that we cannot help ourselves out of;materialism,porn,drugs,booze,behavioural addictions...that list is as long as a spoilt kids shopping list.
All of us are slaves to something that feels so good executing but leaves us so empty after.Its so difficult to give up vice,so very difficult..but the harsh reality is that you either stop or succumb,the latter bringing with it self-hate,low esteem and a whole lot of negativity.
This is for those in a black tunnel with only a flicker of light as hope,just crawl ahead.....
SLAVE.
IT ACHES AND NAGS INSIDE ME
SO HARD THAT I HAVE GOT TO LET IT GO.
SEE IT BURNS INSIDE ME
LIKE THE URGE INSIDE A MASTURBATORS MIND
TO GO SOMEWHERE AND MESS UP HIMSELF.
IT ITCHES INSIDE ME,SO STRONG
LIKE THE HOPELESS NEED FOR A PUFF
FROM THE CIGARETTE ADDICTS THROAT.
ALL DAY I CRAVE
AS MY SELF IS A SLAVE
TO NO ONE ELSE BUT ME
THAT ONCE ROAMED AROUND LIKE A BEE.
BEFORE I GOT TO RECOGNISE
AND REALISED
THEN INITIALISED AND INTERNALISED
THIS ARTIFICIAL AND UNNATURAL ECSTASY.
THE CHEAP BUT QUITE PRICEY
LIKE THE 5-STAR RESTAURANT FOOD THAT IS SPICY.
I WALK AROUND CLEAN AND CRISPY
EYES EXTERNALLY OKAY BUT INTERNALLY WEEPY
ARROGANT AND HIPPIE
BUT MUSCLES AND BONE SLEEPY
BECAUSE OF THIS SUBSTANCES.
THESE SUBSTANCES THAT HOLD ON TO ME
LIKE A BUTCHERS HOOK TO THE CARCASS.
THESE PIECES OF FLESH THAT ARE MY BODY I DO IMPRESS
AS I PUSH THEM INTO ME AND UNDRESS,
UNDRESS ME AND HAVE ME RETROGRESSING
YET LIFE IS ABOUT PROGRESSING
OUR WRONGS REDRESSING AND GOODNESS ENCOURAGING.
I AM SLAVING
BUT, I REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE
LIKE OUR COUNTRY'S LOYALTY PLEDGE
THAT I AM SUFFERING
DECAYING,ROTTING AND DISINTEGRATING.
I AM SLOWLY BREAKING DOWN
IN A WAY SO STRONGLY EXCRUCIATING LIKE THE COLD DAWN,
THAT I SMILE YET I SHOULD FROWN
AND I AM CLUTCHING ON STRAW AS I DROWN.
DROWNING AND SINKING INTO DEEP BLUE WATERS.
MANY HAVE GONE DOWN;
BUT I AM NOT MANY,I AM NOT A STATISTIC..
I AM BEAUTIFULLY ME.
BUT THESE ADDICTIONS
AND AFFLICTIONS
WHICH ARE NEGATIVE DISTINCTIONS ARE KILLING ME.
THESE CHAINS OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE
AND SHACKLES OF BEHAVIORAL ADDICTION
ARE PULLING ME INTO STICKY MUD.
I AM DYING FROM THESE JOINTS
AND PINTS
WHICH BRING PEER POINTS
BUT LEAVE ME DYING.
I FIT INTO THE CLIQUE NOW,
BEFORE THE PUFFS AND HIGHS I NEVER DID.
I AM DYING SLAVE
MY LUNGS AND BRAIN NOW ROTTEN
AND MY MUSCLES TWITCHING INVOLUNTARILY
AS I DIE HOPELESSLY..
SENTENCED TO THE GLOOM
THAT FILLS THAT ROOM\
THAT ROOM THAT IS MY DOOM.

peace!

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