MY ADDICTION
I am an addict.
There I said it.
I can not say I tried to quit
I didn’t
For the high I get is like no other
There’s no feeling, sensation, emotion
Nothing….like it
I crave, I dream,
I dream, I crave
Waking up drenched in sweat
My dreams all too real
My realities all too dreamy…..
The reality of my dreams
Becoming my cravings
My drug of choice
Has no support group
No antidote
No clinical, technical name
For you see….
My drug of choice is him
Got hooked the first time
Lost count how many withdrawals
For every time he leaves I withdraw
Only to get hooked again whenever he comes back
I tried substitution………..
Ha! What a waste!
Regrets?
None
And again he is leaving……………….
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