Photo Credit: lydiahansen at

You know you’re becoming addicted
when the drug always sits
on the edge of your thoughts,
when you feel its colors
floating up your veins,
twisting its tentacles
around your brain,
weaving webs of control
between your synapses.

This is what drugs do.

They grab on and dig in,
and you can never escape
the maze they’ve made
of your mind.
They feed on your need
just as you devour
their delicious release.

It doesn’t matter
if it’s heroine or nicotine,
alcohol or pills–
the effect is the same,
but what if it’s not substance
but human?

What if your drug
breathes, speaks, lives?
What if the only escape is death,
yours or his,
it doesn’t matter which.

~ Patience


8 thoughts on “Addict

  1. Thank you so much for sharing. This was worded well. Your use of imagery really grabbed me. You had a nice twist that I didn’t see coming, it help step the piece into a deepe level.

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