Inspired by the recent article in the New Yorker Magazine, the on-going heartbreak of addiction and lack of action by our elected officials to stop the onslaught….
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
For Continuous Relief on the Oxycontin Line
not in an alley, nor the night,
not in a dream, nor broad daylight
not in a smile, but in one’s decline
in life, and love, and health
along the oxycontin line.
deny you must, bellow as you may,
the child in you has turned to dust
and weaves along the way;
rent the hearts of loved ones,
gone are mother’s blossoms, withered,
dropped, and strewn, along the path;
the reign of fate, wet, sly, and tethered
to a closet dark with pain
Perdue, oh yes, and
the Sacklers, too.