Addiction can at times, be like an all too familiar friend and new found enemy.
For it is only when you stop feeding the habit.
Do you truly taste its wrath.
Like a lover scorned with a taste for vengeance and slow deaths promise.
It will do everything to gut you to the very marrow of your existence.
Taking something once beautiful, to embrace only a battlefield.
As we are left to reminisce alone by the fire.
Over those we can not forget and should of never betrayed.
An ice cube from a tumbler has about a snowballs chance in hell.
Love is a bonfire that consumes all even with the truest of intentions.
The wolves never howl for the emptiness of a still night.
For the lone wolf cries to the winds and memories.
Of those that will never howl in return.
John Patrick Robbins, is the editor in chief of The Rye Whiskey Review and Black Shamrock Magazine.
He is also the author of Death Rattle & Roll.
His work has been published here at the Dope Fiend Daily, Punk Noir Magazine, Fearless Poetry Zine, Piker Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Fixator Press, Schlock Magazine and The San Pedro River Review.
Why is there a period after every line. Why do you write "should of" when that isn't grammatically correct? It's "should have" or "should've."
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