by Lee Foreman
Vulnerable to my drug of choice;
I see it sitting there in front of me-
Looking at me.
I get up and walk away, I feel it following me.
I run back to it; it sends me high,
High to an atmosphere nonexistent to mankind.
Feel the drug run through my body,
Making me so hot.
I fall back on my pillows no longer
A part of society.
“I have to quit!” I tell myself.
I get up and move my drug to the trash can.
I walk to the kitchen, it’s there,
I walk to my bedroom, it’s there.
I walk to the bathroom, it’s there.
My mind wants to be left alone,
But my body wants this relationship
To last forever.
I can taste it on the underside of my tongue;
Smell it through my burning nose.
I cannot resist the temptation that this
Drug has put upon me.
I sit indian-style on my bed looking at it;
Trying to read it.
It looks back; becoming an
Intrinsic version of myself.
I can’t keep succumbing to its hold
It has on me.
Apprehensive about rehabilitation;
Knowing I’m just going to relapse
Once I’m back in its presence.
I try to find fallacies in its reasons
To keeping a chain hold on me;
Have yet to find one.
Yet it continues to feed me logical
Reasons on why I can’t be without it.
Once again, I’m seduced into its
Everlasting love for me.
The hot rush creeps up my body;
Up, up from my toes to my calves.
Up, up to my thighs-
Up, up to my navel-
Up, up to my neck.
Never had a feeling so overwhelming
As this drug’s high.
I cannot part from it.
My man is some drug huh?
Last updated August 14, 2013