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Avenues to dead end streets.
insurmountable walls 
created  only by me, 
lie between us.
I can't begin to believe
that you would want 
anything to do with me
 My faith in myself
has been shattered
to often  before.
So I begin 
checking the ropes, 
that I hope will 
be my  heartstrings
tethered to yours
as I make my approach.
Stammering rehearsed words,
of what I might say, 
given a split second 
to catch your lovely eyes
to grace your attention
with my feeble thought.
Never really seeing 
that small door
left open to your soul,
as you strive to let
loneliness out
with a welcoming mat 
before it chronicaling
your openess 
to someone new
who will come in without
fanfare, coined, catch phrases, 
or forced emotions.
Just an impromptu hello, 
and a warm grin
would do it,
filling your hunger 
for companionship.
Convert sad sensations 
into conversations
sharing what is 
common between us
simple steps 
that most men 
agonize over 
for far too long
and soon the 
opportunity is gone
Beauty is far 
too often ignored,
as beyond the 
common man's grasp.
beauty was meant for two
 to bask in and 
be filled with delight
I tell myself  it's true
but myself tells me back,
"It's not that easy."
Meanwhile I load 
my monkey backpack
of desparity as I prepare 
to reach you
in ways you'd
never care to see

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact

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