Poem By: Raymond Bundotich


Addiction

I must say, for me it’s seemed the sweetest & been the hardest path down this road

The longest chapter in this book of mistakes

Everywhere you turn

All these things, easy to get hooked on; Letting go is a battle few survive;

Starts like just another thing you do sometime

Before you realize what a mess you’re making of yourself you’re already drowning in it all

Anger, it’s never a choice when it’s been with you so long; Addiction to Rage and the adrenaline of when it has its grasp on you is what you suffer from;

Alcohol becomes as essential as the air you breathe; it gets you through another one of those days

That is everyday when through your eyes, it is winter all year long;

Weed; you were just looking for a little inspiration, a cure for your writers-block;

Then it became as precious to you as those words about the very ugly and tough moments in your life you fill pages with; Your only inspiration

If you are lucky; after sometime it becomes the very thing you write about and fill those pages with;

Fighting addiction

It’s literally standing on opposite ends of a battlefield with your mind; the fight with your conscious is usually not much of a war

It’s a Grandmaster & a Fool eye to eye on a chessboard…

“Roll it up; have one more; it never hurts, does it?

If I were your doctor it’s what I’d prescribe to make all your troubles fade;

Lose Control; Let the Rage take the wheel; go ahead, knock some teeth out of his jaw and put the fool in his right place

Why lock up so much hate inside while you can let it out?

He started it, didn’t he? It’s only fair he be the one to put the fire out;

Call the Bartender; tell him to keep the bottle close;

Too much is never enough; you’re stronger than that, aren’t you?

Don’t mind what they say, who are they?

All human, blood & flesh like you are; so what do they know of death that you don’t already know?

‘Nothing’ is the word you’re looking for

You’re all as blind as bats when it comes to the question, ‘What comes next?’

All we all seek in this world is a smile on our faces, so who cares about what comes after the grave?

Everybody meets their end sometime, have fun before it’s your turn

A joint, another shot; do whatever it takes as long as it lights up your heart and makes you feel great”

The whispers usually are in your mind; don’t be shocked when you try shutting your ears to no avail

The words are like a sweet song; without notice you find yourself dancing to the tunes

Till the music stops and you ask yourself, “How did I get to this place?”

By then it’s already too late, there’s rarely chance to re-take those careless steps over again

& if there’s hope; it’s when

You wake up in a hospital on life support for just a second;

Enough time to regret an entire life of choices, all mistakes; then you’re gone

Or you end up at the bottom of a long line of people waiting for a kind person to give up one of their kidneys

Or worse, from your own stupidity; you’re one of those undeserving people who wake up hoping today they’ll find a cure for ‘Aids’

So if you thought life after the grave isn’t worth a thought; how’s life buried alive?

"How's life buried alive?" Really got into this one, Ray... it's so true... we never think about the consequences of living in the moment... and to often it's too late before we have to face our own truth...

Thanks...I'm glad it speaks out ... about life buried alive have a look at damned by me and damned 2...not a beautiful to say the least

The raw truth of these words will sprout legs and walk right into your mind, read with caution....There are only two things that can happen once we find ourselves buried alive...We claw our way out all by ourselves or we die slowly by suffocation....

your last line...symbolic and literal at the same time...how ever do you achieve that?

yes,until that Next Shot and Next Joint stop working!
Then you wish you were Dead and Buried!