addiction

The addict life is a shitty life,  one is to many and a thousands never enough.  Chasing that dragon you'll never catch, or always wanting that very first ringer over and over, To just one more than I'll stop.  Empty bank accounts to empty stomachs.  To empty promises.  Not sleeping for days till u start to see things that ain't there and thinking the high police are coming for u.  U lie steal hustle rob sell your body for that next hoot. Lose all sence of life and nearly end it.   Till u drop to your knees and start to pray that the mighty good Lord may help u find your way.  Find your way to a better life,better friends, and better looks.  This is what drugs do to your body , heart, and soul. Drugs suck u dry than spit u out.  Than goes onto the next victim that's curious about the pipe. Just try to remember curiously killed the cat. This is a poem about my addiction.  I'm hoping my next poem will be about how I got through it all and made it to the light.   Thus is a true story, but surly not the end.  So stay tuned for addiction #2