Addiction the carousel of horror
Cycling not round and round
But vertical, up and down
Addiction’s painted horses
Ride shame regret and fear
And desire for final leave
Addiction’s music gaudy bawdy
Not cheerful but a dirge
Covered ears no stop to urge
Addiction has a younger cousin
Compulsion uncontrolled
Wringing hands an exact fold
Addiction’s time repeating
Never to be ended?
Please n’more again again!
Addiction. You have written brilliantly of its ceaseless pain and confusion.
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