Addictions.

This poem came to be after I had successfully ridden myself off almost everything I became addicted to. From a young age, I was exposed to practically every addiction under the sun, and I found it difficult to steer my life in the right direction. It was a case of jumping from one addiction to another with little or no care about what I was walking into until my world came crashing down when I began regretting what I had done and wanted real change.

The first taste of beer, the first taste of wine, made me feel happy and made me feel fine.

Next, it was tobacco, and then it was weed, thieving, and lying to supply my greed.

Charlie was next, and then it was crack, and then it was a grow to get the cashback.

Singing and dancing, not caring anymore, all I thought was wanting to score.

This continued for many years until I lost my dog, and then there were tears.

Sitting there thinking and not doing much more, I have no family and friends, or money to score.

Stomach pains, cramps and headaches galore, vomit and poo all over the floor.

Visiting the doctor for antidepressants I need and telling the counsellor that it all started with beer, then weed.