Addiction

A Poem by Diamond Dunbar

I never knew how prone to addiction I'd be.
It's like I can't let go of the things that hinder me.
I just don't get how I can love what's taking the best of me.
Rather its physically, spiritually, or emotionally in all realms of living I need clarity.
Instead I'm clouded in perpetuated misery.
From reacting to life with the wrong synergy.
When everything has an affect on everything, it's hard to say you didn't cause an effect on anything.
I hold on to pain because it honestly familiar you see.
Even if I don't remember the situation the feeling never left me.
And I held on to it so I could know just how bad it was for me.
Then I realized it was the fact that it was bad that made me so intrigued.
That's when I learned addiction can be many things.
From drugs, to people, to places or even things.