Slave to substance

Trembling and weak
He's coming down from his peak
Spiraling into a miserable sadness
Soon to drive him to pure madness
With eyes blood shot red
He collapses to his bed
Depression starts to wear him down
Fearing tears in which he'd drown
Reaching for another syringe
The beginning of a new binge
Will this vicious cycle ever stop?
Or will he just keep going until he drops,
Down to the point he's too far gone
And becomes just another of the creature's pawns.

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Addiction is a terrible thing. and people do become 'too far gone'. The last two lines don't rhyme, was that deliberate? Well done writing this poem on a sad subject.

[Relic]

Unfortunately, when you get to that point, it's usually too late. I've seen similar situations. Nice writing Kayla.

[Sami Khalil]

We are slaves to addictions indeed . Thank you for shedding the light on this problem...A very nice poem...:)