Where oh where is my dummy?
No alcohol or drugs satisfy this discomfort,
I’ve tried to lose myself in voids so dark,
and all I do is purge those substances used;
it seems I’m not eligible for an addiction of worth,
no accepted oblivion I’ve tried and failed, and it hurt,
so in my last desperate plea,
where oh where is my duummy?
It used to be, my everything.
Sucking so mindlessly,
the action so warm and consoling,
and sleep the ease of closing eyes, to find my dreams,
of fluffy clouds and angel shrouds
and arms of comfort’s embrace;
were I back then, no pain I’d hold,
just the simplicity of breathing,
warm and unafraid,
my dummy made me whole.
Now, in darkness days and sleepless nights,
no comfort finds me, cold sheets and numb toes,
food a momentary placation, say so,
and where is my delusion, a reprieve from pain,
even it has deserted me,
and so I beg you please,
where oh where is my dummy,
that rubbery thing that gave me ease,
consoled a soul to breath.
Tony DeLorger © 2016