adiction – willowdot21

Just Jot It January: Compelled.

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S JUST JOT IT JANUARY . Today 24th January the prompt is Compelled and it was suggested by me willowdot21.

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COMPELLED

She had him utterly and totally compelled

Within her hand his beating heart she held.

She only needed to look in his eyes and he knew damn well

He was hers, utterly , totally and completely compelled .

He abandoned all else , work ,friends, family cast aside

She stripped him bare, he had nothing left to hide.

He gave her his all, walked on glass,laid down his life

He’d not leave her side begged her not cause him strife.

He was addicted,needy, lusting for her, under her spell

No good for anything else he was completely compelled.

She sucked him dry and used him up.She dragged him to hell

He was lost, hopelessly compelled broken and lonely … under her spell.

The Addict

You love them so, this they know, but how to respect that is something they don’t know.

There will always be the need for extra money,

the excuse is always good somehow their requests are coated with honey.

They will sell their clothes and their belongings and if they can they will sell yours.

They have no conscience, until maybe after the act when it is too late and they have time to think and pause.

Always they need , always they want . You will never sate their thirst.

The need for the needle, the bottle or the gamble is ever present and that will always come first.

Hide your purse, hide the cash, hide the car keys or you will loose them.

Then when that happens they will cover up and lie and swear on your life.

After the lies comes remorse.

The food can go from the cupboards, presents and toys too,

furniture, clothes nothing is sacred they have no choice the demon in them drives them to.

They loose care and love for family and friends. They will take from anyone,

anything they will break your heart and it never ends.

Is there hope, well there is some, but so much hard work must be done.

Recovery is hard so very hard, even when they are counting the days, weeks or years

you never can relax you are never out of the woods.

The thought of the demons’ return is ever here, an ever present fear..

You love them so, you help, you sort them out time and time again.

They will bleed your bank dry and bleed your heart dry they will cause you so much pain.

With any request for money the fear is always there,

do they need it for what they say or are they off the rails again….. OH! if only I did not care.

Painful

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It has been hiding in the shadows shrinking from the sun but it had no trouble finding me today it’s had its fill of fun.

Sleep has never been my friend it has eluded me for so long but to bring it’s nasty little friend, pain with it, to me, somehow seems very wrong.

The pills that they give me to fight the pain are not quite up to the job, pain seems to out run them even enjoys itself as it listens to me sob.

I cannot do without them. On them I am hooked there is nothing stronger so my goose is firmly cooked. So pain is hiding, just out of reach of the painkillers so it is me that has to screech!

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Do what I have to do, shutting out my pain I smile and act normal do what I have to do. No one wants to hear me moan, don’t say you do because I know that is not true .

The Adict

You love them so and this they know, but how to respect that is something they don’t know. There will always be the need for extra money and the excuse is always good somehow their requests are coated with honey.

They will sell their clothes and their belongings and if they can they will sell yours. They have no conscience, until maybe after the act when it is too late and they have time to think and pause.

Always they need , always they want . You will never sate their thirst. The need for the needle, the bottle or the gamble is ever present and that will always come first.

Hide your purse, hide the cash, hide the car keys or you will loose them. Then when that happens they will cover up and lie and swear on your life. After the lies comes remorse.

The food can go from the cupboards, presents and toys too, furniture, clothes nothing is sacred they have no choice the demon in them drives them to.

They loose care and love for family and friends. They will take from anyone, anything they will break your heart and it never ends.

Is there hope, well there is some, but so much hard work must be done. Recovery is hard so very hard, even when they are counting the days, weeks or years you never can relax you are never out of the woods the thought of the demons’ return is ever here, an ever present fear..

You love them so you help, you sort them out time and time again. They will bleed your bank and bleed your heart they cause you so much pain. With any request for money the fear is always there do they need it for what they say or are they off the rails again….. OH! if only I did not care.