Addiction
Addiction is born of unresolved grief,
a mind-dulling, voracious, cold hearted thief.
Over time, it becomes a burdensome beast,
piling stone upon stone as its scope is increased.
Emotional, spiritual, physical pain,
smothered and silenced by numbing the brain.
Sobriety, we think, would drive us insane,
ironic, the mirror we choose for cocaine.
The morning, of course, brings no relief,
the sadness and sickness is tenfold increased.
We must keep the emotions from being released,
for addiction is born of unresolved grief.
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