Harry Atkinson

All The Addicted

This desire 

That seizes your attention 

Fallen in love with a self-destructing inclination 

Who is it 

That caters for your tedious hunger?

 

I know, 

Sometimes you\'re presented with a buffet 

I have been too

Every last scrap

Every last taste 

A staggering heartbreak 

When your love

Goes to waste

Or should I say 

When fate finds a place to stay

 

You are not your addiction 

It is a pesky addition 

Like a back pain 

You are not the pain

Yet you feel every twinge 

 

You were tempted 

When it beckoned 

That does not 

Make you weak

I reckon

You had things to say 

To scream

Then feeling like you could not speak

 

You are not the guilt 

You are not the shame

You are not the pain

You are not your addiction 

You are not your addiction.