Addict

Warm sensations
smoky
smooth scent
coats my tongue
no longer feeling
no longer seeing
hidden deep within the bottle
it helps to keep the demons away.
Whirling
swirling
memories
ugly
destroying
screams unbidden rent the night
curled within
absorbing blow after blow
rocked with a new reality
I wish I never had to feel.
Easier to run
to hide myself away
than to face what is seen
what is on the surface
for the world to see
to judge
without knowing my hidden history.
I sit
saddened by my lack of strength
for the bottle calls my name
day in
day out
promising to wipe it all out
to erase the pain.
It only takes one sip.
Tempt me do
tempt me not
tempt me in ways
I cannot escape.
Forever the Addict.
©June 12/19
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