ADDICTION

1.  I have written this poem after working for a client named Kevin Martin in Mowbray (Eskleigh). I have worked and known him for years and he is always a difficult person to deal with and he is very obsessed with smoking cigarettes. I wrote this poem closely observing him and his daily activities in his home. He reminds me of a child who had been denied or deprived of his chocolate. He had only one thing in mind and that is cigarettes. He would continuously ask you for cigarettes and you could not even get them out of his mind because he would never let them go out of his way.

   
   

   
   

   
   

   I have a master of an evil kind.
   He totally controls my body, soul, and mind.
   At first it was fun and cool, but soon I became his slave.
   Not only did "my master" take control of every aspect, it took control over my every move and breath. Every time I used to...
   Hello fellow addicts I am your disease, I will never let you sleep or put your mind at ease,
   I will always be here no matter where you go,
   fighting an evil condition of being abnormally dependent.
   Sucked like a vacuum, I held my fear, built up a habit that is psychologically or physically habit-forming you want to hold near.
   Shaking and trembling is what I feel,
   'Welcome to Hell’, the sign should've read, reaching your destination-all in your head!
   Last call for the train heading to ‘nowhere
   fast’.
   The memories you create will forever last to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma.
   “I am addicted and restless, I needed it, you give me one” said he
   You made me believe you were the cure for my every kind of pain.
   I had you wrapped around me while I let you take control of my veins.
   The queasy feeling in my stomach, the pounding in my head and the only thoughts in my mind.