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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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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