Old habits

   I thought I'd write a poem to describe just where it is I'm at.
   I've revisited a habit from the past, can only blame myself for that.
   From one small seed...
   To a full grown weed...
   The want has turned into greed.
   The greed has turned into need.
   I fear it will never heed.
   It's in my veins that it breeds.
   Praying on my weakness to live and feed.
   The only thing that's guaranteed.
   Is its an uphill battle with this drug called speed.
   I need to be strong and hold it back.
   I need all my ammunition to defend its attack.
   Now it's up to me to just say no.
   Next time I get the urge to go.
   I think it's wishfull thinking, well actually I know.