His Name Is Addiction Poem by Morgan Copeland

The clock is ticking
One hand moving faster than the others
The feet pound the pavement
The force of each step send tremors through her body
Shaking her form
The pain of each vicious shake numbed by
The adrenaline
And the drugs
Numb is all she feels
Numb is all she knows
For as fast as she goes
He will always be faster
And when she gets caught
She no longer screams
Her posture slumTps
Leaning over
No longer holding her own weight
As all hopes and dreams leave her
He always lets her try
But she never gets away
He is connected to her
Her shadow, her tail
Never physical, but always there
Another needle
Through the skin
Another chain connected to him
He stands over her
And as she fades away
He whispers, “you’re mine,
And you’re here to stay”