Poem: 'Shreds'

by Oscar Mellers 

Held captive by existence,

Every tread along this lonely road

Reasserts that unfruitful

Trap: a child’s playground

Swing between apathy

And emptiness. 

The shreds of addiction

Still linger, still refuse to

Break down, still manifest

In the arteries I thought

I could shake off.

But, it transpires that

The arteries

Are not my problem

But rather the shreds are:

Or the misunderstanding

Of that thick cholesterol

That reminds me of

My subjugation.