Sinclair Azubuike

Rookie - 0 Points (1986 / London)

Junkie - Poem by Sinclair Azubuike

Sick and tired
Literally
Somebody struck down
By a habit
That will kill the soul
Of its being, spiritually

Cracking up under the pressure
Of temptations
A compulsive lust for the pleasure
To satisfy those obsessive thoughts
Pounding non- stop in the brain

A junkie who can't get enough
Tempted by what's craved
Day after day
Food for the pain
Hooked on the taste

A junkie pulling their hair out
Found wanting each time
They seek to bury the issue at hand
There's no easy way out
Of this obsessive compulsive disorder

A junkie hearing voices
Of a concerned conscience
Temptation whispers in the ear
And its sadistic friend addiction
Pulls the junkie back
Helplessly, the junkie surrenders its will
And that addiction spirals dangerously out of control
Sometimes before it's too late
For that junkie to be saved.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 19, 2012


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