The Heavy Weight of Addiction

What is that voice
That I hear calling to me

What is that sound
That echoes in my ear

What is that refrain
That lures and taunts me

That siren like sound
That dwells in my ear

What is that attraction
That I constantly feel

That has no real substance
Yet seems so solidly real

What is that emptiness
That seems deep inside me

What is this weight
that bears down on my hips

What is that dire voice
That beckons to me

That causes this quiver
of my drooling lips

What causes this dark need
Is become plain to see

Methinks the answer
lurks in my cabinet

That has my mind
in it’s ravenous grips

Methinks it’s the unopened
bag of kettle fried…

Hawaiian style
garlic and onion chips

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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