Addiction
It’s an
addiction to diction,
perpetuated
by the Adderall,
used and
abused to produce superior syntax.
Synthesized
words colonize both page and mind,
but on the
come down, thoughts begin to drown,
the albatross around my neck.
An
addiction alleviated by an orange pill, preferably
crushed
and meeting the crusted end
of a
dilapidated dollar bill.
And to
think you were killing me, slowly,
knowingly
severing me from my
self.
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Poetry