I see the illusion with my physical eyes
I hear false information
I taste nothing but bland flavor of deception
I smell the stench of multiple lies
I could not touch the comprehension of the truth behind all the lies and illusions
About the Creator
Mariann Carroll
Proactive for positive change.Born in the City of Chicago ,Illinois.
Multi race .Studied in a foreign country .Fluent in several languages .
fascinated by diversity.A Romantic and a dreamer.Interest in healthy living
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (5)
Your writing it really improving Mariann. I’m impressed. Very clear message -Well done!
Nicely written, well done!
Phenomenal! You are on a roll!! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
Whoaaa, this was so profound and poignant! I loved it!
The truth can sting. Lovely poem.