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An addiction personified in poetry
    #2362813 - 02/21/04 08:50 AM (13 years, 2 months ago)

I wrote this poem about 15 years ago. It is my attempt to personify an addiction and illustrate a recurring battle with it. I don't know why I had this poem on my mind this morning but I thought I'd share.

Will I Ever Really Learn?

That little voice, it calls me back again
To those times that I regret yet somehow can?t forget
?Remember all the good times, not the pain!?
That little voice is smart, it can sense my broken heart.

?Come with me, I will take you for a ride
No responsibility if you come along with me
Don?t face your problems, come to me and hide
Hide within my powerful arms, I?ll entrance you with my charms.?

And though a part of me is wracked with guilt
I take that cold embrace, look into that lifeless face
And soon there is a wall around me built
To keep out that world of sin, or...is it to keep me in?!

And with that thought I?m struck with awful fear
As I look into those eyes, and I sudden realize
That for me there is no easy way from here
I am subject to my host when I need my freedom most.

But I refuse to quit that easily
As I tear that wall apart and begin to mend my heart
I cry aloud ?You will not conquer me!
I am stronger, far, than you. Our relationship is through!?

And though that icy grip held fast to me
The battle was not long, my enemy was not that strong
Without much time to gain a grip on me
He couldn?t hold on tight, It was not much of a fight.

So I sent him back again from whence he came
Though a fool I am not, for I know that he does plot
To come back and whisper in my ear again
When life knocks me about and I?m feeling down-and-out.

So next time I hear that voice so soft and sweet
I pray I will be wise and not look into his eyes
But turn instead, and swiftly take retreat
To be that strong I yearn, but will I ever really learn?

You invented the wheel....You push the motherfucker!!

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