Missing the Scratches

The feeling of slipping
Back to habits past
My willpower ripping
Sanity to last

My mind, my soul, to purge
Comfort of the known
My thoughts inside to merge
Choice must be my own

Now I miss the scratches
Burning in my throat?
The urge ever latches
Memories to dote

Not for image yet I want this so
The control it gives when I let go

Reviews

[deaths calling]

i liked it

[Mary Christabel George]

I somehow feel that poem is complete when the word Sanity is used ;-)
Short & interesting rhyming :)
I find boring to read the longer ones ;-)
I said so coz may be you too like straight forward people ;-)

[Courtney]

Definitely! :) I like being direct to the point and not hinting :P thanks for reading xx

[Mary Christabel George]

Welcome.......:)

[MAC]

reminds me of smoking :) this is well crafted! an excellent write

[Courtney]

Similarities come with addictions I suppose! :) thanks so much :) xx

[tballerina96]

Beautiful :) Really descriptive.

[Courtney]

Thank you xx

[khalid]

very nicely penned...i liked the images, the words picking the metaphor and the rhyme...

[Courtney]

Thanks so much xx

[khalid]

welcome..