I think of life in my addiction as me and all these people trapped in a well — drowning.
The water is the chaos,
it remains...
No matter how many lives it takes.
We claw, scratch, reach, and grab.
Trying to hold on to something — someone,
only pulling them under with us.
Or we use them to save ourselves.
Purposely dragging them under.
Even then, the air we breathe,
Is only temporary.
The self-reflection, only surface deep.
Soon, yet again, we are trapped beneath.
We desperately tried to make it look as though,
we could handle it.
As if we had everything under control.
Addiction is like a well
holding prisoner, the unwell.
The depth, the abyss,
full of darkness
or wickedness,
of your life that dug deep enough.
To summon the preexisting chaos,
that continues to surround you.
So much, so fast, you started drowning....
in your own creation of it.
