Psychologically Addicted
Mentally Predisposed
Being Called by a Pen
Simply itching to compose
Dependent upon the abuse of this substance
Due to my high drug tolerance
Twitching to gain forbearance
Through this which is nonmonotonous
Equipped with the shakes of phrases
Visions and unrealistic hallucinations
Ghost writings on the pages of my brain
The high of poetics is what I'm craving
Swatting at my arms to remove the tingling
Screaming at the top of my lungs to silence the calling
Needing to give in to forget this feeling
This burning sensation under my skin is no where near fleeting
I hear the cries of my crutch ringing in my ears
Write me now, fall off that wagon, this is not the addiction to fear
So here I sit, only a couple of weeks sober
Sacrificing myself once again to this drug that is poem
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