Addicted

It’s not alcohol

it doesn’t depress me

it’s not weed

it doesn’t oppress me

It’s no narcotics —

It’s nicotine-free

Just pure antibiotics

that reeks of glee.

I feel it — the joy

and a triumphant smile

like winning a toy

unknown all the while

I’m ready to disclose

the secrets unbound

for never will I close.

Words heal every wound.

First published in my personal blog: The Chaos Within