Confessions Of An Addict Poem by Rickon Chewe

I am hooked to a drug I know is bad
but each time I try to leave to relieve myself of duties of an addict
I start to feel bad about that good feeling I won't have.

It's like it's a part of me, each time I try to depart from it
its like parting from a part that's a part me, Jesus Is this a part of me?

Pardon me to those I gave apologies for such an action
but try to understand am in a cage in the maze of my brain.
it started as phase of sensation for the mind but now am a prisoner in the state chambers of my mind
but please understand smoking is an addiction, a disease not to undermine.

Am I proud? Am not.
But when I smoke I am
I like that feeling that say 'I don't need to be a part of them' but then again
Beauty fades, highs become low, fast turns slow, clouds rain to fall, all that blooms wilt, the strong will feel weak Inevitably in the end, I feel lonely again
The world becomes a great big nothing, am empty whole again.

An addict as I confess.