Addiction Poem by Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

Why is it that I cannot quit
This disgusting habit, I admit,
Of mine? I clamour everyday for it,
Like the clamour of a hungry rabbit
For a carrot, just a little piece;
Little enough to sufficiently tease;
Little enough to insufficiently please;
Little enough to successfully increase
The urge for more – a thunderous crave;
One that’s made me a helpless slave;
One that’ll grant me an early grave,
But without it, still, a dreary grave.
I know it’s wrong; I know I’m wrong;
The devil knows it’s wrong to sin.
But isn’t that all he’s engaged in?
Can’t he stop? Isn’t he that strong?
Or maybe he isn’t that wrong;
Maybe he does what he’s meant to, as destined.
As much as I’d like to blame him for long,
The devil can’t be mentioned as why I’ve sinned,
Or why I do, or will in the future.
We’re responsible for us, regardless of the pressure.
So I’ve convinced myself, I want to stop;
In reality, I don’t want to want to stop.