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Friday Poem: You were addictive


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This week's Friday Poem is an original work, called 'You were addictive'.

You were addictive.
A sightless, scentless poison.
Every day I volunteered myself
To sweet, slow death.
My patience lay helpless
Under the guillotine.

I would wait for the day
That you wouldn’t bring your gun
To the knife fight.
I waited for a bark
Before the bite.

I would wait for you to stop taunting
My least forgiving demons.

Now the ceasefire.

Our empty hands twitch over dormant weapons.
They lie
Longing to be wielded once more.

    -Peter Simmonds

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