Liking something or someone in life is good as a natural tendency
Loving them in return is great for human continuity
There lies a thin line knitting like and addiction at the ends
An article, tangible or may not, is benignant favoring someone’s dedication
Untill the time that harmless part demands special attention
Diverting from realness to a world of hallucination,
Addiction is a piercing thorn
Transforms a happy smiling face to one unveiling traces of perturbation
Getting into that horrible shed is as easy as a matter of infactuation
That moment showers fumes of transitory peace and utmost pleasance
But when wanting to step out of those suffocating walls
What leaves behind are fouling traces of helplessness imparting self disgrace
Journey of addiction kills bit by bit without absorbing breaths
As an abandoned patient damaged by mates of respiring and walking phantom
Days turned into black skies of died hopes
Nights no longer seems to be a place of glittery twinkles
Starting comes in a form of offerings from pears or anyone else
But ending lays down corpse of hearts and broken dreams
One smoky inhalation is like a heavy thud on mom’s soul
Who is meant to spread her smile
A wrong step converts that pureness to sheaths of painful spells
Days pass away like a year of the decade
Shouts of anxiety haunts more than invisible scary stains
Tears roll down the cheeks of dear ones like buckets of precious water
While few stand strong to pillar the one feeling worse
A request to my fellow beings
Love everthing you want to have
Embrace what life brings as a gift of heaven
But don’t get addicted to anything harming your soul and family as the worst of all
