Addiction







A constant longing,



A desperate need,



A call for help,



An ill-planted seed.







It grows inside,



It suffuses the mind,



It conquers the heart,



And bends the spine.







It deforms the corpus,



It makes me itch and irk,



Rock back and forth,



And pray for help… Or for more.







It knocks down the support



Holding up all I’ve known,



It knocks me down on the floor,



And I feel so alone.







But it always makes me feel so good,



Its devastating affects are my desire,



It makes me feel like I belong,



For once my world is not on fire.







But though the flames die out,



The ice cold truth goes unnoticed,



And I find myself hypothermic



Each and every night.







I wonder why the good’s so bad,



I wonder why I’m going mad,



I wonder what has caused this pain,



I wonder what has drained my brain…







I blame my friends, my family



I blame my genes, my heritage…



I blame the world; I blame heaven and hell,



But I never think to blame myself…