My Addiction

I have an addiction

I’m not afraid to admit it

I need help

I’m becoming sick

Unbalanced and insecure

Wanting and seeking

I need a fix

I need my drug

Just one hit and I’ll be done

But tomorrow I’m back at it again

Weary eyes

Insufficient sleep

But I’m satisfied

Cause I’ve gotten what I needed

What I believe in my mind

I can’t live without

But I’m sick

Tired of the same story

Rewinding over and over again

I struggle to keep away

Cause I’m addicted

But I need help

The thing is

Where am I to start?

Reviews

[Jack Wolfe]

Dear Andrew,

I understand your (or your character’s) plight. I lived this life, I think I've done every drug imaginable, at least during my time, but Meth and Coke were my masters. Now the only drugs I succumb to are alcohol and nicotine, unless caffeine counts, then I am guilty . . . Your poem speaks much truth, and most people who read will encourage you and tell you, you can rise above it, of course most of these people have never been addicted; it's like telling someone 'I know how you feel' after they lost a child, and yours is running a-muck in the yard. The problems I see is, yes you express your feelings, your thoughts, but they are straight forward, its as if you sat down with a pen and paper and just jotted down how you feel, (which is fine, and healthy, now that I think about it) but I don't know if I'd call it poetic. Of course this is only one piece, so, my opinion my change, either way, good luck in your future writing endeavors, and nice meeting you.

[Andrew C]

Thank you for your review and your kind words