Forsaken addiction

Your pull is like the Earth to the Moon.

The moon to the tides.

A magnet to metal.

Your visage…

Runs contrary to the laws of

physics; psychic; supernatural; otherworldly.

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But…

Terrestrial in orgin.

But when starved

of the embrace

that

affords

nourishment

that

foraging

does

not

supply.

It leaves one

barren, hollowed and emaciated

inside.

To be discarded,

as a useless vessel.

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Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.

5 Comments

  1. johncoyote's avatar johncoyote says:
    March 21, 2014 at 7:35 pm

    Amazing location and good description in the poem. Thank you.

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    1. Shun P. Writes's avatar shunpwrites says:
      March 21, 2014 at 8:33 pm

      Thanks for the literary patronage John, I appreciate you.

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  2. Emersen Lee's avatar emersenlee says:
    March 24, 2014 at 4:48 pm

    Reblogged this on Ask Emersen… and commented:

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    1. Shun P. Writes's avatar shunpwrites says:
      March 25, 2014 at 11:43 pm

      Emersen, you are too kind.

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  3. Demetria Foster Gray's avatar Demetria Foster Gray says:
    March 27, 2014 at 6:49 am

    Nothing should have such a strong pull on us accept our love for God. This is a nicely written poem.

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