...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Addiction)

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Addiction”.

NOTE: "Addiction" is a powerful word. Disguised as a friend, "Addiction" leads the addict down a dark and lonely path of destruction - hurting not only themselves, but all of their loved ones. Along this vicious journey, there will be road signs leading to "Recovery". All the addict needs to do is reach out. That is their promise and that is their plan. They just have to want it bad enough. May God bless, protect and assist all those affected by "Addiction". 

                                                           

                                                                    ADDICTION

            Addiction, like a Halloween mask, hides the good and shows the bad and the ugly. Addicts are lost within themselves, chained to addiction and screaming to get out. Broken promises, broken hearts, broken dreams, families hurt, families lost, friendships torn apart, because the next high is much more inviting. Addiction is the new best friend and favorite family member, always offering a huge slice of deception and despair on a bright and shining silver platter. There “they” go again, eating up slice after slice, licking their lips, wanting more and more. As “they” continue to travel down this dark and lonely path, addicts will try desperately to reach out to the blinking neon signs that read “Recovery”. Instead, they will continuously pass them by, promising to come back next time around. That’s their plan, and that’s their promise. They’re just not there yet. But they will be. One day at a time. They will be. Recovery is just around the bend, waiting patiently and blinking brightly. The addicts have not stopped by yet - but again, that’s their plan and that’s their promise. They are just not there yet. Hopefully, it’s not too late…The only “Fiction” in this month’s piece (June 2019), submitted to Spillwords Press at Spillwords.com, is that “Addiction” is a friend.

ADDICTION

“The Look”

The look of loss and the look of despair

The mask that hides their good

The mask that shows their bad and ugly

A vicious cycle

Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide

Broken dreams, broken hearts, broken promises

Broken families, broken homes, broken life

Addiction is in full control

Addiction has chained them

to its wicked arm

Addiction holds them captive

within their own bodies

Addiction is in the driver’s seat

Disguised as a friend

It leads them down a dark and lonely path

It serves them slice after slice

of deception and despair

They eat it up, and lick their lips

Wanting more and more each time

Yet they keep making the same promise

While “Recovery” is so close, yet so far away

They can almost touch it

All they need to do is reach out

Reach out just a little farther

And it will be there

Waiting in the wings

Yes, they’ll keep making that promise

And yes, that’s their plan

They’re just not there yet

They will be

Maybe not today

Maybe not tomorrow

Maybe somewhere down the road

That’s their promise

That’s their plan

They’re just not there yet

But, hopefully, they will be