Addiction

The ache comes from my veins,
running along my wrists,
beating with my pulse.

The temptation is too strong;
an evil longing stirs inside,
begging for sweet, painful relief.

The scars of past weakness mock,
reaching around wrists and thighs,
hurting with the chemical addiction.

Just one touch of cold metal comfort;
one sharp, stinging weapon;
one sweet deadly high.

Please let it stop hurting,
let it slowly release me,
let me come to reality once more!

Reviews

[KAREN]

EXCELLENT write and read! You bought out all the pain in this poem, I could feel it as I read.

[SpokenWord]

I have seen this pain in past friends. The way they longed for the substance to make them feel normal. It is hard to imagine how they feel being addicted to something that seems so much more stronger than them. I don't think many understand the power or lure of addiction. Reading your poem is painful because I can feel that pain, the needing it but not wanting it. Wishing to be normal but knowing it comes in the form of a substance and not natural.

I think you nailed this poem in making us feel how it feels on a level that should make all of us feel uneasy about it. Great write!!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Gripping work.
It shakes the dear life out of the reader.

[Lilly Negoi]

bravo Aysha! you're very good at word painting :)

[Brad]

the sour sweat, the shaking, the chills, the fever, i've been down this road...and it was muddy, nice picture you've painted here...brings the horror to life

[Kaitlyn]

i love it Aysha! its really a good poem...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This is so string, very powerful! Addiction is an aweful sickness that tou wrote so well about in this poem!