My body shakes, I crave,
I know what I need,
I know how to get it,
I promised I'd stop it,
But I can't help it,
I keep coming back,
Driving down the road, I go,
I'll get what I need,
I'll stop this someday,
I'll quit when I can,
But that day is not today,
I'll figure out when that time comes,
Staring at it, I know,
I shouldn't do this,
I know better then to,
I try to resist so hard,
But I give in to my urge,
I reach out and take it.
The syringe falls, I relax,
I'll lay here a while,
I'll regret this later,
I'll do it again,
But they'll never know,
I'll never stop it.
A knock at the door, I awake,
I can't remember what happened,
I can't remember what I did,
I see what happened,
But I can't remember,
I never know why I do it.
Another day comes, I crave...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful, searing, open and honest poem. Thanks so much for sharing. Gerry