An overly devoted Junkie's Addiction
The Pain of Self-Infliction is the core of Addiction
Comfort... Comfort
It is known.
It is found...
Comfort... Comfort
It can keep us imprisoned.
It can keep us impounded.
It can make us addicted, inflicting self-pain.
It can make us addicted, chasing a high in our brains.
Porn, the comfort of being there
The comfort of having care
The comfort of looking into faces and onto bodies,
Experiencing vulnerability that is shared
Not being rejected
Not being neglected
Bodies are perfected
In industrialized systems
With oils and lubricants do they shimmer and glisten
Clicking, tapping, away from page to page, this is what we see
Clicking on bodies of people with whom we wish to be
To share a moment
To share time together and own it
To be lost in a small world of paradise
Locked away in a room for minutes if not hours, eyes glued, paralyzed
The sheer amount of porn on the internet seems almost limitless
Being alone is practically shunned when we desire to be intimate
Some say You can loose a lack of taste and become indiscriminate
The shock factor keeps You going, even if you originally weren't into this
"Neurons that fire together wire together," a neurochemical stimulus
Projecting what we saw onto the world. Drowning in sorrow, infinite
Content is out there, amassing like drops of water in information each day
Turn to it feeling unloved, wandering endless sexuality like a stray
Why are so many people addicted to it, if it tears world view and families apart?
Maybe it's because there's a hole in our heart
Gambling and throwing money on the table
Winning against all odds, like some fairy tale, fable
If not playing cards risking all that we've got
Some are like monkeys pulling a lever arm, just down by the slots
Even then there's other places like betting on horse races
The hollering as steeds round the corner, the looks on their faces
Or betting of football, the American NFL
Many will enter, one will win, giving us hell
Hell, You could even mention competitions are risky
Trying so hard to achieve something more, it's all got us frisky
"Grand Prize," "Enter and You could Be Number One"
Getting frustrated, coming in last, 1st place we have not won
You could enter entry after entry and still get no luck
Devoting energy, all your calories, You've been drained, to be sucked
Gambling doesn't just take place in Casino houses and boats
Apps for games and market places have chances that goat
People into believing that they have a chance at potentially winning
Even the stock market can get people's heads spinning
From those that cost pennies to even large mutual funds
The high of winning, of earning more, to a gambler it's fun
From your home Euchre table to the Las Vegas strip
People like to win, you see? So they cast in their chips
Other's like to drown in pleasure while drowning their sorrows
They don't care about the hangover they'll be nursing tomorrow
Some become violent if while drinking, their loved ones they throttle
Needing more drinks to drink, like a baby clutching their bottle
Doesn't matter whether it's boxed wine, draft beer, whiskey, or bourbon
Some drink to unleash their emotions, 'cause deep down they're hurtin'
They wish they could quit, but they can't since they need the sensation
The buzz, the hit, the off-kiltered balance; it's all a temptation
I've encountered people that have treated me terrible
Blamed it on the alcohol, their behavior's unbearable
"Shouldn't adults that are older be wiser?" It's what I'm thinking
This problem's been around since fermentation, the dawn of the drinking
The next is something that's targeted ever age from old to young
It's all about what you put in, suck in, inhale to your lungs
When it comes to this they've always targeted the youth
Yet, the problem afflicts all ages. This is the truth
Mother's that continue can affect their babies still in the womb
Her circulatory system's their life support, this much is true
This continued habit makes it hard, like a straw to breathe through
New compounds that are carcinogenic are made overseas
Vaping's a trend that can lead to disease
I had friends say to me, "It's safe, the data's not out."
They made no worry, for their health and safety I have my own doubts
I've had people try to fight me, and no it's not because they were insane
Trying to pressure me to smoke, a hit; Take a puff of their mary jane
I've seen my own family have their own regrets
We have a few loved ones, a pack a day, more than just one cigarette
Even the smallest amount of nicotine can get oneself hooked
Toxic chemicals in our bodies, ourselves we have cooked
It's pains me to type about these types of self-affliction
But, there's comfort in them; that's the core of addiction
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Comments (3)
There are so much truth in this poem that it’s human hidden dark secret that need healing. It’s human ‘s demons. The sad ones when a mothers are drugs while pregnant. The babies suffer the most. Man who do porn learn to have an affair . Alcoholics learn to hurt the people they love. Very sad poem. People seeking help but can’t that’s the sad addiction cycle. You spoke the truth and the darkest evil comfort this world need to heal.
The only addiction I have is coffee. I get severe withdrawal symptoms without my caffeine fix. Your poem speaks about the addictions that are detrimental to both physical and mental health. And it would not only affect that particular individual but also the people around them. But that's the thing, there's just so much comfort in that addiction. It makes so much sense. An excellent take on the comfort challenge!
Beautiful poem/story thinking as always! That's a great question by the way: "Shouldn't adults that are older be wiser?"