Addiction
Family, friends struggle to transcend
a never ending battle to cope,
life drowns in a spiraling trend,
descending a viral slippery slope.
Irritable, confident, shifty and brash,
every morning begins with prayer.
Horded bottles of secretive stash
a surreal loss, in motionless stare.
Chosen path of a conscience feud,
torn from dreams of success,
persistently fueling a loathed mood,
chained to a fermented process.
Each day continuously frequented,
emotionless movements left unrelented.
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