Addiction
- Ann Christine Tabaka
- Apr 7
- 1 min read
How do you make things stop, when they
don’t want to stop (?) When life turns
itself upside down (?)
Ring-Around-the-Rosie … time stands still.
The moon opened up and swallowed my song.
There are no answers to the question:
“Where did I go wrong?”
Hopping on one foot - hopping backwards.
I don’t want to rhyme.
I don’t want to die.
Birds flying overhead carry my dreams away.
A finger walks across my page—it could not
read a word. A finger points to nowhere.
All things are undecipherable in the time of loss.
The trees walked.
The trees talked—they did not know what to say.
Evil wins the final hand.
I do not know how to make this madness STOP!!!
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