Addiction

Addiction

A Poem by Bethany Woody

You are my
addiction
offered to me
without restriction.
 
Can't walk away
there's nowhere to go
can't fight my craving
it's brought me so low.
 
I'm hooked
need a hit
A little touch
then I'll quit.
 
Always in sight
testing my resolve
a puzzle inside me
that I can't solve.
 
A burning pain
without reliefe
softly killing
my beliefe.
 
I'm hooked
need a hit
A little kiss
then I'll quit.
 
Can't stop myself
from wanting
please, please
just stop the haunting.
 
Go away, come back
can't breath when you're gone
Go away, come back
can't help that I'm drawn.
 
I'm hooked
need a hit
A little touch
then I'll quit.
 
 

© 2009 Bethany Woody


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Ah, I think this is my favorite piece so far. I know that feeling well. You drive yourself to madness trying to feed the need. Then you've got a fifty second reprieve from the burning, and it slowly creeps back. Sometimes it keeps you awake when you need to sleep, sometimes it makes you want to stay in bed when you've got to get up and be useful to the world. Sometimes it forces your heart to inconveniently race, and distracts you from all the stuff you need to do. Then it drives you up the wall and back down the other side, just to have the Sisyphus-like urge to go right back up. You look for other means of feeding that bottomless pit in your soul, like music in my case, but it never really addresses the true problem adequately. Well done, it hits a very personal note.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Ah, I think this is my favorite piece so far. I know that feeling well. You drive yourself to madness trying to feed the need. Then you've got a fifty second reprieve from the burning, and it slowly creeps back. Sometimes it keeps you awake when you need to sleep, sometimes it makes you want to stay in bed when you've got to get up and be useful to the world. Sometimes it forces your heart to inconveniently race, and distracts you from all the stuff you need to do. Then it drives you up the wall and back down the other side, just to have the Sisyphus-like urge to go right back up. You look for other means of feeding that bottomless pit in your soul, like music in my case, but it never really addresses the true problem adequately. Well done, it hits a very personal note.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think this poem flowed very well and your rhyme choices were excellent. Repeating the third, sixth and ninth stanzas works very well.I think this poem is pretty clever, Calling attention to how we can be as easily addcted to someONE, as we are someTHING. Great job!
Barbara (eyepoetress)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Roll like music. I like this poem. Just a bit more till we get in trouble. A excellent poem. The words flowed perfect and ending was very good.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow! This is amazing, I like this kind of like the saying
"Damned if I di, and damned if I don't"
Well written and said. Point well taken

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was really good but there was a couple of stanza's where the flow was just a bit off and in the second stanza you said quite where you mean quit. Other than that I like the lyrical quality of the poem, it's lilting. Nice work.


Brette

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Well I will say you had me hooked from the opening verse... the words roll off the tongue reading them... I also like that though it can represent addiction to a person it can also be metaphoric to drug addiction. Very cool verse my friend.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

wow, beth, you've captured the rhythm in yearning, I absolutely felt meself taken by the flow that cascades with hip motion, this is pizzazz mixed with desire, and the romantic form and meaning
takes the readers thoughts on a whistful journey of wanting with passion, you are workin with hot talent

Can't stop myself
from wanting
please, please
just stop the haunting.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Bethany Woody

Atlanta, GA



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