Failure

A Poem by rerenu

About my addiction

Failure validates my existence.
I find salvation.
Craving after craving.
I am an addict, I need help.
Uumm, the sweet sensation of relapse,
Its familiar tone sounds like a lullaby to me.
I dream of starting over and over again.
I just love to fall off the wagon.
I am on the bandwagon of again and again.

My name is [Insert Name] and I am an addict.
This sounds great to me.
This is all I ever wanted to be since I was eight.
I am someone at last.
I have a smell, I have a taste and I have a name.
I am an addict
And I don�t mind of my body goes to waste.

I taste scores of this and that.
But it is simply not about that.

It is about rehab, no rehab,
Frustration, clean, not clean,
Wanting, not wanting.
Oh my tormented soul.
Oh how I love to loathe.
I am an addict.
I fail again and again.
Twelve steps but salvation I will find on,
Day 1, Day 1 and Day 1.

© 2008 rerenu

Author's Note

I am a new writer. I have tons of material but never a place to share, I am extremely shy. I stumbled on this site and decided to try out some of the stuff I just free write in my journals. I am happy to review and be reviewed.