Junkie

Like the needle awaits a vein,
And the pipe awaits a flame,
Though my drug is different,
I'm a junkies just the same,

I'm an addict I am cursed,
My hungers only getting worse,
I'm begging for release,
A rhymed and metered verse,

My addiction's here to stay,
No need to plead or pray,
It keeps me sane and kills my pain,
And chases my apathy away,

I cannot hide I will admit,
I want a fix I need a hit,
To taste your words upon my tongue,
This my habit I shall not quit,

Caught in its web forever,
Chasing words of precise measure,
I lick my lips for more,
Seeking eternal poetic pleasure,

Across the great divide,
A place our hearts do hide,
In it's pages our secrets,
Where our true love does reside,

One thing I know, a simple guarantee,
In its grips I'm held, never to be free,
I know none will understand,
Except the junkies just like me.