addiction: a poem
A bottle in my hand, a needle in my arm
A prison without bars
A smile on my face, a lie on my lips
Denying hidden scars
A day, a month, a year gone by
Leaving me behind
Hopes and dreams a memory
Faded in my mind
Afraid to sleep, afraid to wake
Afraid to take a breath
Phantoms in the shadows, whispers in my head
Promises of a lonely death
A bottle in my hand, a needle in my arm
A prison without bars
A smile on my face, a lie on my lips
Denying hidden scars
Phillip B. Lasiter