Addicted …

You sat, I stood,

You wanted me to kneel.

I could not see the lines in the grey cloud,

I could not even hear myself breathing.

Lightning quelled my fears,

Thunderstorms hid thou crying,

I glazed at my fingers,

Conquest – only it had in sight.

Tripping are we now,

I walk in dismay,

Head held high,

Feet yielding – anything in its way.

Turn around,

I shall not,

For hope is all I have,

Addicted I am – but not to you.

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