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.