It’s so quiet
you’ve gone
A chemical
Phenomenon
My addiction
Your voice
My addiction
My choice
Cells dancing
Rejoice
Common sense
destroyed
The only thing
I enjoy
Another hit
Bring me up
Elevate me
Blowing up
Mind reeling
Loose control
Like a comet
Or asteroid
Then crash
Leaves a hole
You’ve hit my high
Now low
Another fix
Is what I need
My insatiable
You Feed
Rehab is what
I need
addiction – something so easy to say just give up but in reality giving up something that surged dopamine in our body is never going to be easy. takes the enormous strength. your poem delivers that message brilliantly
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