My Drug Poem by Alyssa Marquardt

Sorrow-
the drug that I have found.

You can get it on every street corner.
On every end of town.

It comes at the price.
Of energy and social life.
But brings to me
a wonderful high.
And plenty of meloncholy.

It makes me feel good.
In ways I can't explain.
But interepts my life,
In many different ways.
I dig deep.
Inside my heart and soul.
For anything to feed this drug-
I've come to somehow love.
Withdrawling from the ones I love.
Fearful they will kill my drug.

And the only thing
that I'd allow to kill my drug.
Is the addiction I need even more,
The drug that I'm using now-

-My pen.
-My paper
And these thoughts that won't escape my mind.