Therapy Poem by alan pieterse

My safe place,
my panic room...
there,
I let go,
my dark side
for you to explore.
Deeper and deeper
we go.
The mind whore,
I pay,
willingly,
I come back for more.
Is it another addiction,
or just merely an affliction?
Feed the neurosis,
feed the psychosis,
the ravenous beast inside,
the evil that cannot hide.
After dark,
I stare at the bottle,
play tiddlywinks
with all my pills,
will they rid me
of all my demons?
of all my ills? ? ?