Addiction
it is like a scab on my soul
that i scratch at
and occasionally reopen
it bleeds
a little
and i dab it with a kleenex
when it bleeds alot i tie a scarf around it
it leaves me weak
but it will heal
with a scar that covers over
the black hole of my life
it was a syringe
filled with anger, evil and misgivings
a spoon hot with disgust
laying blame on everyone and everything in its grasp
never forgiving, never forgetting
a secret darkness
wading knee deep in the waste of my life
with no time for
living or dying
or paying my bills
it has taken years to heal
years of nursing and aching
and rethinking who i am
and what i want
it has changed shape and size to accommodate
the aging of my body and mind
and i realize now
it was quite simply
an error in judgement
squandered years i call
my addiction
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