How Many Addictions Do You Have

“Has it come to this?” I heard myself ask, As I stood opposite the mirror in the gloom. I blinked a pained wink, As I lent on the sink, In the cold, dank, dark, joyless bathroom. “It is what it is” I heard myself reply, As I stared straight back through the deep thoughts of me. My ear still hears, As my spirit disappears, And I realize I must fight to be free. “Do I want it to change” I heard myself query, As I bent back to sit on the tub. My knees both sighed, All my other joints cried, I just wanted to go to the pub. “I can alter my course” I heard myself say, As I defiantly rose through the harm. I don’t need any grog, I’ll fight like a dog, Instead of alcohol I’ll rely on my charm. “I’ll have a quick coffee.” I heard myself propose, As I staggered into the cafe. White with one, My dry spell had begun, Now all I needed was an ashtray.