Drug of my Choice – March 2011

Drug of my Choice

the drug of my choice
comes in an unusual guise
it has left me beached –
and my heart,
almost bleached
it has stolen confidence –
and held it to ransom
leaving elements of my personality
looking less than handsome
i thought i was doing well
that my harbour walls –
would take,
every wave that crashed against them
but the harbour floods
and i am left in a bend
realising that it is too much
and that it needs to end
the drug of my choice
would give me the highs
but also such a low
tearing me up inside



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James Garratt – March 2011