Any addiction could be a sign of sorrow
Maybe trying to avoid facing tomorrow
Perhaps hoping to run away from a sad past
Wishing that the numbing effect could somehow last
I'm so tired, beyond exhausted
Dealing with something so complicated
Sometimes it feels I've been forgotten
Tossed aside like trash that's rotten
It's not always easy to know
When to hold on or to let go
Sometimes it's hard to stand on my own
Because it feels like I'm in it all alone
A shot, a line, possibly a hit
Or maybe a hit-it-and-quit-it
I know the escape is only brief
I try to cherish that sweet relief
© Sept 12, 2017
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