Got to End

Another poem using Anaphora, the task for Day 8 of the Introduction to Poetry course. This one is in response to the daily prompt ‘banned’.


She needs to rein it in;

got to end.

Soon –

got cash,

wants to spend.


She needs to try her best;

got to end.

Girls got plans.

Wasted –

it’s the weekend.


She needs to cut it down;

got to end.

Sailing solo

adrift –

must not descend.


She needs to try and stop;

got to end.


Mind games,

round and round the bend.


She needs to terminate;

got to end.

Drunk again.

Blanket ban.

Money drain.

Broke another friend.


She needs to rein it in;

got to end.


Got cash,

wants to spend.


 And so it goes on and on.

Beautiful Friend


Medicine for my soul,

that’s you;

beautiful friend alcohol.

I exhale

before you even touch my lips –

that’s your power.


Caressing when I’m bleak,

smothered by your kisses

‘til I’m weak.

Gasping for breath,

I lose it.


Feeling useless, uncertain –

you cajole me with your clutch.

Buying me confidence,

cockiness – too much,

I lose it.


You beg for more.

Secret companion,

my main vice,

you’re too commanding.

I’m losing.


I’m not me anymore.

Thoughts are suffocating.

You’re taking over,


I want out.


In response to the word prompt vice

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