Snow

Poem By Walter de la Mare

The addict's mind is forever spinning, turning
Bobbing, weaving, feinting, swerving
Reason tries to land a punch, no chance
The addict's mind can really dance

When Reason says in calm and measured tones
That addiction will sink you, like a stone
The addict's mind skips away
It doesn't want to hear that today

It cannot comprehend at all
That the only time it has a ball
Is after it has suffered misery
After it has been frantically, desperately

Pining for some silly drug
It just cannot see it is a mug
Because it dodges with expert skill
Each time Reason comes in for the kill

Comments about Snow

you went into the mind of an addict on this poem..outstanding write! well done!
Brilliantly put, especially the third stanza. Deserves publishing widely.


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