My Drug Of Choice Poem by Robin Bennett

Pulling out everything I need for this fix-
It is not something I do just for kicks.
Truly an addiction and such a part of me;
This drug keeps me going and sets me free.

Without it, where would I be-
Trapped and dismal inside of me.
I long for the warmth of her spell;
In her house is where my soul dwells.

I cannot imagine my life without her glow-
With out her just another Jane Doe;
Some days are good and some not,
But my drug carries me safely thru the blind spots.

When I'm left empty without any ideas left,
It seems my life has become a victim of theft.
So if you see me under a tree, singing with the birds-
Let me finish, I'm just main lining my poetic words...