Addiction
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ADDICTION
Addiction arrives quietly, a hand resting on the shoulder—
gentle at first, almost companionable,
as if it merely wants to keep you company.
It whispers in a voice shaped like your own, promising warmth, escape,
a blurring of the world’s sharp edges.
Drink moves through the body like a tide,
slow and insistent, eroding the shoreline of intention.
What begins as a spark in the throat becomes a fire in the mind,
and even the strongest learn
that the ocean always wins against the rock,
given enough nights.
Gambling hums in the blood, a bright, electric hunger.
Every card turned, every wheel spun is a door that might open
into fortune or ruin—and the not knowing is the hook.
It coils around the will
until the will forgets it ever had a spine.
Sex arrives like a storm—heat, pulse, urgency—
but this storm will not pass.
It lingers in the bones, a craving that mistakes flesh for salvation.
It rewrites the map of desire
so thoroughly that even the strongest
lose their way in its weather.
These hungers do not conquer with swords;
they win with invitations.
Each one offers a small surrender, a momentary softness,
a place to set down your burdens—
until you realize they’ve lifted your burdens
only to carry you along with them, like it or not.
Even the strongest fall, not from a single blow,
but from the slow remodeling of the self
by forces that know patience better than mercy.
Addiction builds its throne inside the very chambers
that once held resolve.
And by the time you see the crown upon its head,
you are already kneeling.
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