Addiction arrives with the mask
of a Brahms Lullaby
“Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are bright.
May the moon’s silvery beams bring you sweet dreams.”
No more worries.
No more pain
No more responsibilities.
No children to feed.
No wars to stop.
No loss to grief.
“Lullaby, and good night, …”
One more shot
One little pill
Ahh sweet golden Elixir
More money
A bigger house
More stuff
Loyal citizens are good for the economy
A safer drug to numb one to the job which
will creates more stuff which …
Do not awaken my sweet.
Sleep tight.
Don’t let the bedbugs bite.
Rest my dear little one.
Children?
Spouse?
Dignity?
Integrity?
No, no, no!
Ruses one and all.
Just rest my dear.
No cares.
No worries.
Red, yellow, white, brown
The glint of steel
Watch it play with the light.
Sweet dreams
No spouse.
No child.
No cares.
All gone.
“Lullaby and good night, in the skies stars are bright.
May the moon’s silvery beams bring you sweet dreams.”
Written September 17, 2017