Moments of chemical escape
paid for with my mind.
Nights when sleep won’t come
paid for with desire.
Searching for words, inspiration
paid for with humility.
Grudges passionately held
paid for with ulcers.
Revenge sought due to hatred
paid for with humanity.
Posted on November 7, 2014, in Poetry and tagged DoubleU, John White, Paying for It, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.
A really interesting piece! I hope that you're keeping well and still writing! 😊
So inspiring. Great words! A really top poem! I like!
Doors are still closed. Loved it! There is comfort in music. Specially when you want to retire from
Eerily enticing!
I cant find you in my reader i have to go check on your post thru my stat
Took a while to fully comprehend your full meaning here. Hurry back, this space has turned into a vo
I love this!! So true :) I have missed your writing, my "reader" doesn't show me the people I follow
Ah yes, the silence With all its traces.. :)
DoubleU = W 
This was good!
Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Thanks for the reflection of my creative chaos and a sense of shared solitude.
Thanks for the comment! I’m glad you liked it.
Wowza, that’s good.
Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
I like your spare style. Poets have to learn how not to gush!
Thank you so much! I’m glad you like it.
This piece resonates especially today. On all levels.
Thank you so much, Dave! I’m glad you liked it.
Was there a sense of restraint as you wrote this?
There was. I may have held back a little.
Why? Although it does makes it bitter sweet…”I sense something missing….but look at all this imagination I can use”
Why?
Although the suspense is spot on…
I held back a little in order not to reveal too much and allow for some question(s) in the reader’s mind.
I most definitely can relate
Thanks for the comment! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
I admire the thoughtfulness of your writing here.
Thank you so much! It’s great to meet you!