Add i c t

Add i c t …

Add i c t

He’s been more than a little ill

and missed you more and more each day

He cries your name; you noxious thrill,

To come and steal his breath away


The jangle that your flagon makes,

Is music to his dying ears

This time again… the pain you’ll take,

Then wrench his strings you puppeteer


The walls these nights, portray as friends

they hold him up when falling down

They view him through a different lens

Sometimes they make him want to drown


And drown he does, his trust is gone,

Coughed up some blood from time-to-time,

So many ways, we’ve read him wrong—

He’s overdosed on every line


He drives it down with bourbon shots

relic scars from upon his tongue

and real people, his mind’s forgot

his tears submerging all his lungs


The liquor store’s still open late

Weekends alone; a legless mess

The spirits tell him dig in crates

To hide affairs, he must confess


Endorphins dress in colored coats

Restraint the revelry addressed

still chasing anguish down his throat

Perhaps an overdose is best


They taught him not to even care

The best paved roads have good intent

He feigns like he was never there

The hard footsteps towards abstinence.


A quick debate with eyes unclosed

The mirror brings such pain to both

with eyes exposed, all sins exposed

his milquetoast parry lacks in growth


The rubble from sin worshipping

a suicide installment plan

this prison world a fickle thing

It covets all his holy lands.


“Welcome to hell!” a sign decried,

Flopping upon his prison door

A keepsake, foul, of times he died

the road maps on the wrist he bore.


In tortured trips into ERs

To flatlines bouncing back to life

Electroshock and heart valve scars

A passage to the coroner’s knife


Insane, a vice, this mental state,

His life remains to flirt with death.

She grants him pass, to find his ways

To grass and stone and final breath.


We pledged ourselves, these crusade kids

The bringers of a better day

To days when bottles close their lids

And life begets the righteous way.

add i c t


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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

9 thoughts on “Add i c t

    • November 12, 2021 at 6:03 AM

      Thank you Phyllis. I know the topic i chose is sometimes a difficult one, but I had to write, it was the first time in a while where the words flowed so easily for me. Thanks for the welcome back. I hope to be posting more in the future.

      • December 6, 2021 at 7:17 PM

        You are most welcome, Paul. I love it that you feel free to write on TCE and let those words of wisdom come as they may. I love reading your works. You inspire me to delve deeper within myself for poetry.

  • November 12, 2021 at 8:54 AM

    A dark but powerful piece, Paul, that captured the life of an addict expertly. It is great to see your writing mojo is back. You are too good a poet for the ink of your pen to not be flowing freely.

    • November 12, 2021 at 12:09 PM

      Really appreciate that comment my friend. I am hoping that I’ve freed myself from the prison of writer’s block and am ready to continue writing. Thank you again for your kind words.

  • November 15, 2021 at 6:59 AM

    Well crafted poem on a difficult but important topic. Thank you Paul. I am myself a recovering Alcoholic and Drug Addict over ten years sober. Jamie

  • November 16, 2021 at 7:16 AM

    Congratulations on that accomplishment Jamie. You should be proud of yourself. Thank you for your kind words I really appreciate them.

  • November 18, 2021 at 7:37 AM

    As John said a dark, but powerful piece John. I do not know anyone that has not had their life touched by someone or themselves being an addict. It is always heartbreaking the outcome of these types of relationships. One can only hope that the addict can find their way through the darkness and over come the addiction. You showed the reader the power of your poetry… very well done.

    • November 18, 2021 at 4:03 PM

      Thank you so much Kurt. I agree I don’t think i know anyone that has not been affected by some form of addiction whether it’s that person, a friend, or a loved one. It sucks. The hope is definitely that they will make it out on the healthy side of the addiction. Much appreciation again for reading and commenting Kurt.

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