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.

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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.

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