A poem about the difficulty of freeing oneself from an addiction:
There is a joy that
banishes all reason,
An ecstasy
so vast it has no shore,
A craving
that devours all decision,
A lust for
nothingness that lusts for more.
There are angels
in pursuit of pain
Who take
Satanic pride in degradation,
Who'll drag
you down the hill and back again
Hosanna-ing
your sweet humiliation.
Just like a
fire fanned by a hot, dry wind,
Or like a
flood that sweeps away all will,
This wall
of pleasure leaves no one behind,
No sign of
life where all one loves lies still.
So does the
soul in anguish hate the joy
That
soothes the hate that does the soul destroy.
©
by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Chariots
of War. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI
To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/addict.html. For more poems about addiction, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/alcoholismaddictionpoems.html .

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