These Addictions

Where am I safe?
When these monsters become a halo,
these cuffs are around my hands,
these nights hold a companion I dread.
Today is a tomorrow gift wrapped as yesterday
with thin hopes like a cloud.
Evil masters in honey
combs that brush the heart’s hair.
tombs that welcome any heir.
Where is my refuge?

RUDDAPOET

 

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