A dull thud in my head…growing to a massive ache
As the sun creeps through the cracks in my blinds
Even before the scream of the most annoying alarm
Rages most days in my poor ringing ears
Much like an addict in the dark corners of the city’s edges
I am beckoned by a need so powerful, my body knows its name
Otherwise an independent soul, what part of me allows such dependence?
My shame of its control over my mortal soul
No function, no coherence;
Only this nagging pull of my very being.
I throw back the covers and creep from my room
The thought of my fix becoming a powerful incentive
I pry open my crusty eyes to find my way
I eagerly reach for the bag, carefully pouring, measuring
Then grinding down my fix to just the right consistency
The agony of the waiting until it’s ready…perfection
First pausing to relish the bliss about to come
My initial shame of the morning long lost in the anticipation
As I slowly inject, infuse, this powerful demon into my shaking body
Ecstasy flows through my veins.
Once is not enough.
I must have another…
That hot, steaming cup of coffee…ahhhhhhhhhhhh
I will make it through another day.
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