Poem: Addict

All it takes is one, just one is all you need.

So, you take one, then nothing.

Okay one was not right how about two.

Okay so let’s take two.

Two is not bad what could that do.

You take two and still nothing.

You wait and wait.

An hour later hay let’s take one more.

It is just one, what could that do.

Then you take one.

Still, you feel nothing.

You read the bottle it says take as needed.

At this moment you need it, and so you take it.

What harm could it do?

Then day after day you wash and repeat.

You ask yourself the same questions and the answers stay the same.

Who does this?

You.

This is you.

This is your addiction.

This is me.

This is just a poem.