DRUGS Poem: Addictions, by Krish Shenoy

One week clean, addiction free, feeling utmost light at liberty.
I jitter through the halls, my tongue still tingles to my thoughts.
Two weeks clean, the road looks bright, untethered from my urges.
I turn back to view the drawer there, where I know it all began.
Three weeks clean, spiders web, along the handles of the box.
I can’t help but clean and dust upon the nooks, to tidy up here once again.
Four weeks clean, deja vu, I feel it’s here once more.
I peer again to the opened cupboard and clench my hands, just looking.
Five weeks clean, I bite my tongue, defeated once again.
Rapidly I drive my hand and reach for another cookie.

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