I am a weakling,
I just can't help myself.
I try so hard to be strong
But at dire times, I crumble and fall.
Like a dog sworn off bone
But still chases the scent.
After a sniff or two,
I crave what I should despair.
I know better, believe me, I do.
Still I turn a deaf ear,
A blind eye and even a numb mind
Just to get away with my favourite taboo.
I am a weakling,
Regardless of whatever promises I make myself.
For when it's time to battle, I sweat and fail,
I lose to an enemy over whom I should prevail.
©Sephace_
This is where this chapter ends. I didn't write about getting over one's addiction cause frankly, I never did and I wouldn't truly know how to express it. Though I could try but I feel I'd be lying to you and that's something I don't ever want to do.
I believe I'm making progress though. Sometimes, I go weeks, months even, without giving in but I'm like the dog in the last poem, one sniff, one goddamn sniff and I'm back chasing the bone.
But I'm hopeful, very much hopeful so I'll keep you updated as it goes, afterall, we're on this road together. But for now, unto the next chapter.
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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*
