Addiction's Inception
So we were told to write a poem for English. Awesome. However, when I sat down to write, I just let my pen carry me, and it led somewhere that I wasn't expecting. This poem I posted is morose, and I was searching for something cheerful. This one definitely won't be submitted, but I think I know why. My newfound sobriety has enabled me to see a lot about myself, and the addiction, and this is what the poem is about.
Addiction’s Inception
A lackluster light lit the gloomy bar
Casting dim shadows over the locals.
Debris from cigarettes and cigars
Make Buster’s a focal point for alchies.
Rob’s fingers fiddle with the empty bottle.
Depressed and drunk, he orders another round,
Desperate to escape his hellish reality,
Longing to shape his own precocious fatality.
He drinks the liquid security till his feelings are drowned,
Adoring the numbness that fleetingly mends the enduring wound.
His face is rugged and worn, eyes deeply forlorn.
Lamenting life, he trembles and weeps for his wife.
Addiction’s Inception
A lackluster light lit the gloomy bar
Casting dim shadows over the locals.
Debris from cigarettes and cigars
Make Buster’s a focal point for alchies.
Rob’s fingers fiddle with the empty bottle.
Depressed and drunk, he orders another round,
Desperate to escape his hellish reality,
Longing to shape his own precocious fatality.
He drinks the liquid security till his feelings are drowned,
Adoring the numbness that fleetingly mends the enduring wound.
His face is rugged and worn, eyes deeply forlorn.
Lamenting life, he trembles and weeps for his wife.