The Addict                                         (March 31, 2006)

I�ve not taken drugs,
but I know the addict�
the urge, the crave,
the inability to pull oneself away.
In an otherwise empty apartment,
I�ve struggled with my soul
in the dark, in the silence,
in the eeriness of the hours
before the sun comes up.
The frenzy comes and goes,
but it will be back,
and I will be that much weaker
next time.
Poetry

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