The Allure of Oblivion

Poetry — addiction

Photo by Roberto Sorin on Unsplash

It’s a curious abyss
To live in perpetual vertigo
Drugs are an anchor to the soul
Heavy and steady

I live in my van
because I hate still being
Restless as the sea
My illusion of free will
I do not act as I wish nor command
For these impulsive ways forever demand