My Addiction

The moments after it is done,
I am spent and satisfied,
The wider world makes at last,
All is quiet, I am high.

I have emptied out the bottle,
Of the stuff that clouds my mind,
Relieved to have not one drop left,
Spilled on the page I leave behind.

Soon enough it fills back up,
That glass of poisoned brine,
I partake to stop the shakes,
These are the reasons why I write.

– by April Resnick


wine typewriter








‘Tis the season for  family and friends, and I am enjoying both.  But, I can already feel the shakes from writing withdrawal.  So I am looking back at this poem.

~ by April on December 23, 2013.

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