Lost Boy Poem by Naomi Hartnell

It draws you in,
and off you it feeds.
You pity yourself without it,
you think it's all you need.

Lost in your chilled out,
dellusional place,
thrown back any lifeline,
which could replace.

Naive, you think it's
Harmless, recreational fun.
A victim of the consequences,
as it eats your insides numb.

Coming back to the real world,
it grinds you, a constant itch.
It plays with your mind aggressively,
your seduced to your next fix.