Addiction

Dependency on a substance can land you in a grave

It was so sweet
the pain
Until it was not

Until the joy
turned into
a MF drought

Drought only relieved
With just one
Little bit of compassion

Compassion not
For one like me
Living beyond the doubt in doubt

Doubt that harms the soul
From deep down
I crawl

Crawl to the only place
Still accepting members
With a cold stone at the header