ADDICTION
Enslaved to the urge that pulls me
With no regard for what the effects could be.
Just an overwhelming desire to do it,
I give in to my addiction to ruin.
Though I promised from these actions I'd refrain,
But I find that it was a promise I made in vain.
For when the urge to relapse rose again,
To the gutter I went from whence I came.
So I battle on and on,
Winning some but losing more.
This addiction seems to be rooted in my core
For no matter how hard I try, I can't truly move on.
©Sephace_
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On The Road
PoetryOn The Road is a compilation of poems inspired by the unending stories of life which entails both the good and bad and the exciting and depressing aspects of life. *Winner of The Coalition Summer Awards 2019 Poetry category*
