Addiction

One burn replaces itself with another

The burn in my throat gives way to a warm flame in the base of my gut

Spreading out and across, its tendrils reaching every part of me 

they sink in, grab hold, and instantly fade

The chill pushes it back out

Cold, lonely, unwanted

As the last warmth fades back out, too soon

Leaving as quickly as it came in, like a cheap lover in a dirty room

The tips of my fingers turn blue in the freezing cold

One burn replaces itself with another

Author's Note

I'm not a poet. This just popped into my head.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Wonderful depiction of an addiction to alcohol. You describe the effects and feelings quite nicely, better than the normal drinker. It's simple, and it's a great poem for someone who doesn't write poems too often.

[patricia]

I liked this. It made me think of an Hamster on a wheel. Sad but well written.