My Addiction
I hear it calling to me
Calling out my name
In all its might
Seated on the shelf
The second layer
In between bulky books
A little to the back
Just directly behind my Bible
I see its silver head
And its narrow neck
Which broadens down
Forming a smooth, gentle curve in the body
Making my hand itch to grab it
Oh! My greatest desire
Just behind the Holy book
The amber liquid
That burns when consuming
But also refreshing at the same time
Making me numb
Dissipating all pains
And worries I have
While taking me to the third heaven
Where I dine with the celestials
I will not do it again!
Today, tomorrow, next week,
and next month, I tell myself.
But the next minute,
I’m reaching for it.
Turning my back to the shelf,
I stare at the picture on the table
With a sad smile,
Relishing in the bittersweet memory
“I will not do it again,” I remember!
A promise made on a deathbed
Though it’s said,
Addiction of a person is a more dangerous type,
I did pick you over my rum
Just as the trench is so deep that I cannot see out,
The same I am with you
In every direction, day and night,
And with every season change,
I see only you, my addiction.
