Addiction is a curse. <br /> <br />Upon an afflicted soul <br />is a devil made deal, <br />Built by creative posturing. <br /> <br />In every worthless, <br />meandering idea, <br />I welcome <br />its gaze. <br /> <br />Lost in the torments of creative restlessness, <br />And the vagrancies of vanity, <br />Are the misgivings of addiction. <br /> <br />And I am trapped, <br />Left only with a bleeding mind, <br />Powered by over analyzed dreams <br />and a broken engine. <br /> <br />With each new drug consumed, <br />With each new fantasy explored, <br />I awake to find it again. <br /> <br />Addiction, <br />As it continues its course, <br />Is the near detachment of my soul. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addiction-39/
