Addiction

Addiction

Come listen to the addict

                                                                                As he lies to you.

He wants another fix.

                                                                                There’s nothing he won’t do.

His brain has been rewired.

                                                                                He’s eaten up with pain.

He’ll try his very hardest

                                                                                But the need will still remain

He’s telling you he’s managing

                                                                                Everything is good.

Needs money for the landlord

                                                                                Needs some cash for food.

Like a fool you give it him

                                                                                You feed the evil lie.

He spends it on another fix

                                                                                All morality has died.

You can’t believe a word he says

                                                                                He’s feeding the starving bear.

Insatiable, all-consuming

                                                                                It drags him everywhere.

Stop listening to the addict

                                                                                Feeding that beast

You’re only putting off

                                                                                The time til it will cease.

Opher   29.8.2024

I have had good friends die from addiction. I have watched the light die. Alcohol seems to be among the worst – an addictive poison.

Most of us can enjoy a drink – even get pissed once in a while – a good social relaxer – fun. For others it is a career-destroying, health-robbing cancer that takes everything slowly over time; kills the light in the eyes and then, when everything is gone, it takes the life.

So many friends…..

Bit by Bit

Bit by Bit

Tree by tree                                       Pond by pond

Ditch by ditch                                    Field by field

Hedge by hedge                               Bush by bush

Verge by verge                                 Copse by copse

Plant by plant                                    Animal by animal

We chop                                              We cut

We shoot                                            We rip

We mow                                              We fill

We build                                             We burn

We bulldoze                                      We saw

Without a thought.

                A billion tiny acts.

Leaving a trail of corpses.

Opher Goodwin – 23.4.2021

It is non-stop. Every day I walk up my hill to the sound of gunfire. I see a new building plot. I see another tree felled.

Where once were hedgerows, ponds, streams, frogs and butterflies is now a green wasteland carefully sprayed.