Revolving Door Poem by Francie Lynch

Revolving Door



I'm in remission,
That's my condition,
Inside a revolving door.
I'm in,
I'm out,
You whisper,
You shout,
But the lip service
Is what I abhor.
If I had cancer,
You'd have your answer,
But addiction's
A revolving war.

Friday, July 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction,alcoholism
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 01 August 2015

Truly, addiction is a revolving door which keeps on rotating, and taking us to the same point again and again

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Edward Kofi Louis 31 July 2015

A revolving war destroys the earth! Nice work.

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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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