Addiction

A habit becomes need
The fun that was has gone
A fix now feeds their greed
The addict is alone

A drug echoes the fear
When need cries out no more
Reality draws near
And pain shakes on the floor

The fun carried a cost
A buzz, a high, what price?
Now all is gone and lost
To dependence and vice

 

© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Half-measure

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