Addiction

Surly secrets present themselves to me as my gut screams Enough it won't settle down again these thoughts of angst chase away the peace I thought I'd found like a thief would steal any old man on the street Thought I had nestled into my spirit a sense of place a sense of purpose yet the more I look it seems the less I find these bloody doubts creep into my mind like morning glory in a hedge and I do not go gentle into the twilight hours but go like some scared rabbit heading for its burrow Yes I am flawed as my addiction takes over my sense of judgement and I am tied to the stake of these desires and compulsions grounded in illusion.