What Inspires an Addict?

I find that inspiration fuels my addiction
Because I am only seductive when I am sedated
And my words look so much better
When I say them slurred
So I feed that addiction until I am no longer hungry
now here I sit overfed and uninspired
Because the words in my head can’t see straight
And the vision I once held is too blurred to make any sense of
So now I guess I am just an addict with no woeful soul
To tantalize and abuse
Twist to my advantage
Now I am just like every other addict
Greedy
Aloof
Sad
Ah, I have dug my grave with my bare hands
Hoping it would invoke my truth
So I could spill ink on to a white page that would
Become my story
My sad little biography of a confused girl
I am too tired to dig any longer
For now
I will just rest in the soil of soiled dreams

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is what poetry suppose to do. Make the reader feel the pain and the struggle.
"My sad little biography of a confused girl
I am too tired to dig any longer
For now
I will just rest in the soil of soiled dreams"
The above lines. Hard, direct and real. Thank you dear poet for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[light and ashes]

This is fantastic, but I bet it isn't true. A lot of people think that they are only charming/fun when they are drunk, and most of the time it isn't the case. It's just they are so insecure that they feel they need to numb themselves in order to be themselves.