Running Wolves Poet Free verse

Addiction

Completely confused
I don't remember inviting you in
yet there you stood
a seductive charlatan
so smug and cocky
taking charge of my life.

With twisted words
you wove a strangling web
from which I hung in false hope
awaiting the fulfillment of empty promises.

I gave you everything
even that which wasn't mine to give
and you rewarded me
with a lingering fear of uncertainty
a hopelessness so deep
that only death could bring relief.

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Matt Coffelt October 27, 2020 at 4:18 PM Your so on as only another could understand the exact experience and charismatic ways of your pen. Dead On. Great Work my fellow poet!! MC Running Wolves November 11, 2020 at 2:08 PM thank you very kindly

Derek Vallandingham January 26, 2020 at 5:54 PM I learned to write in rehab. Love a good poem that'll grab a heart Running Wolves January 26, 2020 at 6:15 PM Thank you kindly, I've been clean and sober for 10 years now...

Brandy Nicole January 23, 2020 at 7:52 PM Any addiction will swallow you whole, if you allow it. Most do. It is difficult freeing yourself of an addiction, yet- it is possible. With determination and strength. This is so beautifully written and presented. ~ Brandy Running Wolves January 23, 2020 at 8:09 PM Yes indeed, it took me many years to beat mine. It started at the age of 15, I finally beat it 10 years ago. However I'm not cured it's just in remission.

Sandra Adams January 23, 2020 at 11:14 AM powerful wonderfully crafted write on addiction... i have never been addicted to anything myself but know many that are or who have been... good one :) hugs Running Wolves January 23, 2020 at 11:37 AM Thank you sweet Lady

Jean Bush January 23, 2020 at 9:56 AM Wow, Robert, this is a stunner. It reminds me a bit of my own The Slave Maker but yours is so much more evolved. I hope I don't become addicted to you;) Running Wolves January 23, 2020 at 11:07 AM yeah becoming addicted to me might be not good...lol. besides my poems are that great anyway. You are just way to kind...

Vijay Pandit January 23, 2020 at 7:28 AM You delivered the contest so effectively in this poem--it evokes the emotions intended. Superb lines like ..I gave you everything--even that which wasn't mine to give. Running Wolves January 23, 2020 at 7:45 AM Thank you most kindly. I am a recovering Alcoholic been clean and sober now for 10 years. Sometimes I write about addiction to remind myself about the dangers of relapse.

Eve Roper January 22, 2020 at 11:20 PM I really feel the despair in this poem, deep and emotional. Enjoyed reading. Running Wolves January 22, 2020 at 11:51 PM Most appreciated dear Lady, thank you

Ingrid Lehman January 22, 2020 at 10:19 PM Very powerful! Running Wolves January 22, 2020 at 11:52 PM Most true stories are, Thank you dear Lady