The Thrill / An Original Poem

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When did it start?
So many years ago
The thrill
Welling up within
Hands trembling,
Stronger by the moment

Soon it begins
The loss of control
Of choice willingly given
Yet
Deep down you know

It Must End
One way
Or another

-Themadrunnah
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Powerful poem.

Thanks! I quite enjoyed writing this one.

I like the progression of this short work. The confusion introduced by the question in the first line leads to the decisive conclusion that “It must end.” How many times in life do we make compromises for the “thrill” only to find it consumes us? The choice of a vague “it” is brilliant as well because it allows the reader to insert their own consuming habit/relationship/addiction. Well done. Good write!

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Oh, I'm glad to have come over here from your being in my halls. Wonderful words strung together so nicely and poignant!

Nice to meet you.

Pleasure to meet you as well! Hope you're prepared for a frolic on the darker side of things!

I was born on the darker side...

;)

Beginning with "when did it start?" is so perfect... those all-consuming risks we take that become too familiar, like they're suddenly such a part of us we can't even trace their origins, but at the same time, we know at some level that every addiction is a choice, and therefore "Must End/One way/Or another".

No matter how deep into the rabbit hole we go, there is always a way to escape, one way, or another ;)

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Worthless spam is not the way my friend! It's not yet too late to turn a new leaf!

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