A Bad Obession

I can feel everything swirling around me again. That bad obsession drawing me back in. Not sure exactly what to do. Probably going to fold because it’s what I am use to. I might smile but my heart still sinks. Open another bottle and pour another drink. Familiar flavor flowing in my mouth. Those old fears temporarily gone, there now drowned out. Comfortable in the mist of that whiskey talk. Same little stumble in my walk. That bad obsession is back it’s here again. Lost for awhile in that downward spin. With whiskey in and on my mind. There’s no use in talking to me. I am as stubborn as a mule. Still believing I am as happy as can be. There is no use in trying to stop it. This bad obsession is a long time friend. It’s the monkey right there on my back. I guess I’ll be petting him right up to the end. I’ll say sorry now for my actions. You’re the one not at a loss. That bad obsession has taken over. Figure that you will be the cost. I know you’re mad with what’s going on. Sober I would care but now I must say so long. I know around me you see the shadows creeping in. I see them too but keep living the moment in my sin. Right now I’m so comfortable, not thinking of the past. Tell me will it be forever, will this bad obsession always last. Author’s note. I wrote this poem trying to look through the eyes of a once upon a time good friend with a bad obsession.