Civil War

A poem about my battle with addiction.

I would explain my sense of shame,
But long ago I extinguished that flame.
Within the hour I won't remember my name.
Within the next hour I won't be the same.

For once those pills pass through my lips,
Shame and regret are but tiny blips.
This is just another one my trips.
I guess it's true that loose lips sink ships.

I feel myself begin to sweat,
And then the numbness starts to set.
Here's where I'll light up a cigarette.
Oh, nicotine I'm in your debt.

So I'll be lost within that daze,
Wondering through my mental maze.
Those wheels turn in my head behind that ghostly glaze.
I savor those moments before the onset of malaise.

Now I've come down from the mountain once more,
And I can feel the black hole consuming my core.
Once again I'll be off to the store.
I'm a simple victim of addiction, my own civil war.