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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