Regaining My Gift

You took my gift to feed your habit If only in solitude I wish it was given . Addiction too strong your blinded by it's wrong. So I stay hollow, gift less and palms full of empty. Heavy is your load you carry your purchase a transaction you stole to make From... my pockets, my purse, my mind no peace Your sticky fingers constantly rob me. I am left nothing Questions cloud the room in it I hide Up and down this roller coaster "please let me off this ride". Dark, gloomy, sad walls of bricks Inside are no treats Inside only tricks I close my eyes I began to pray Grown up I am free to right the wrong of previous day. Addictions stop here my gifts over flow now the habit, bad habit BLOWS AWAY.....from STARVATION!!!