I was once an orchid planted in
your hand painted window boxes.
Your love gave me life until
my roots fell from your sight.
Empty pillboxes
is what became
of me, while
you got
high.
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Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Comments (4)
Loved your word choices in this, addiction has too much power :( Beautifully penned.
The contrast between the initial nurturing and the subsequent downfall makes the poem deeply affecting.
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Oh wow, this is a powerful piece, Kale! Addiction is so destructive and breaks so many hearts