Addiction
Dear Addiction,
Time was flying, fleeting as we embraced
Your eyes, capturing me, holding me fast
Unbeknownst to me, toward ruin we raced
My heart betraying the days of the past
And as I gazed into your lustful eyes
They, like mirrors, revealed my reflection
I saw a man broken, engrossed in lies
Wandering alone, without direction
So from your cruel grip I seperated
From your alluring distortion I fled
Running, I found the road long awaited
Only then did I feel my wounds that bled
Your hold had left me crippled and scarred
Leaving the course ahead heavy and hard
Sincerely,
The Wounded Jacob Aupperlee