Addict Poem by EWJ Stardog

The pills I swallow make me feel free, so why label me with a social disease.
You call me an addict at some surprise to me if you took a look in you would realize.
See the pain I feel flows deep and wide like a raging river on the brink of suicide.
See they say you grow up and move away, but the memories still paralyze the brain haunting every clear thought in your head.
Tried to close the closet door and hide it away, only to have it come back and haunt my present days.

© 2009 Ed Jeffery