Monday 11 June 2018

ADDICTION.

Shackled,we move like zombies,
We are chained to the rush,
From one high to another,
With an influx of lows,that we hardly succumb to.

There is another high, a win,
Whether it materialises or not,
We are tied to the fallacy.
The chains are tight.

We are superficial,
We are woven,
Intertwined into a wave of despair and deceit,
Fail today,we are not dissuaded.
Lose a car today, a house tomorrow,
Maybe a marriage.

We remain unperturbed.
The jungle of greed is pretty,
The belief in a win,inescapable,
We are bound,in captivity.
A bondage like no other.

Addictions are chilling,
They are killing,we should be willing,
To overcome,there must be enticing.
We must be seeking,
That way we are overcoming.