Conflictive Addiction

Pills are my meal.

Alcohol my water.

Strange the new normal.

So serene in this inverted world.

Always in a fog.

Don’t care at all.

I no longer hear fear call.

I swallow pill after pill just to feel real.

My days are a maze.

At night I hallucinate.

My mind lazy.

This addiction is holding me hostage.

My body numb.

Irrational mood.

My conduct so lewd.

Have I gone too far? I don’t know what to do.

So much rage!

So, so ill.

Talking crazy.

Need intervention. I’m too weak to save me.

Pills are dulling.

Alcohol drowns.

I’m falling down.

Conflictive addiction. I need that relief, though I know it’ll end in grief.

I want to live again.

Not just exist.

It’s up to me to end this.

© 2011 Jennifer L. Brooks