Fiery Tempest of Poems

Blasted! 

It happened again-

A first.. 

Then a second.. 

And finally a third. 

I may have set a record – although it’s nothing to be proud of

Never in my dreams did I imagine it would happen

But neither did I think,  addiction, likewise

And so it did

And so the embarassment

But that was the least of it my friend… 

A facade at first… A promise of freedom–Yes freedom at last.. As so it seemed 

And so rebel I did.. And did… And did… – 

But behold.. Ouch!!! 

What’s This- Ouch!! Ouch!!… 

…. 

Yes with this new found ‘freedom’ came consequences and pain… 

More than that… Loss… Loneliness.. A bad conscious

Yes guilt, shame, a loss of dignity, and self-worth. 

Could’ve listened. Could’ve learned, the easy way. 

And hard headed it seams I am… 

For 3×… Yes 3× fooled. 

And Lord pray… I think I’ve finally got it. 

So now I warn thee, out of the depths of my despair. 

Do not be fooled. Do not turn aside-

Neither to the left…. 

Nor to the right

For slowly you may find yourself

Where a perceived freedom lay just outside-

Wherein lies.

This wretched infamy-