My Dummy

My Dummy
















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

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “My Dummy

  • June 2, 2016 at 11:47 PM

    To find that one thing which can pacify us is sometimes all we need. Great verse, Tony. I enjoyed reading it.

  • June 3, 2016 at 1:24 AM

    Thanks Phyllis, not always easy finding relief from life’s harsh challenges, and glad you related my poetic friend. Cheers!

  • February 19, 2017 at 5:04 AM

    This is great, Tony. I have been fortunate to never be able to become addicted to anything it seems. I can’t even remember if I ever ha a dummy, but I do wish I had something like that to turn to in times of stress. Maybe writing is the greatest pacifier.

  • February 19, 2017 at 6:27 AM

    I think you’re right John, to me writing is beyond cathartic and in expression I release much of my anxieties and stress. Glad you appreciated my thoughts.


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