Addiction
Addiction, a relentless foe, seeks to claim your life,
Its blade, sharp and insatiable, cuts through like a knife.
Never satisfied, it tightens its grip,
Until you're crucified, your soul in its grip.
Beaten down, we return for more,
The cost? Our very essence, our core.
Slick and cunning, it whispers its lies,
Don't let it keep you sick; break free from its ties.
We fight, clawing our way toward the light,
To set our lives right, to reclaim our might.
Yet addiction, coy and cruel, dances on the edge,
Threatening to steal our joy, our soul's pledge.
Once a lover, now a betrayer, it haunts our days,
We'll miss it, true, but we'll find better ways.
Recovery teases, a distant hope,
Yet another lover? No, addiction won't cope.
Relapse, its wicked desire, lures us astray,
A siren's call, leading us further away.
Our friends, casualties in this war,
Lost to its clutches, forevermore.
Enough! Let's beat this deceiver, this thief,
No longer grievers, but warriors seeking relief.
Meetings, conversations, our armor and shield,
Against addiction's mockery, its darkness concealed.
Hope flickers, fragile yet fierce,
As we rise from the depths, our purpose clear.
Misery's companion, addiction's legacy,
But not one more victim—we declare victory.
Though a cure eludes us, we stand tall,
Together, unwavering, we heed the call.
For every soul ensnared, we fight,
Against addiction's chains, we unite.