Addictions

I must break the addictions

These vicious claws hurt
and are even snag at my soul
thieves that rob me of vigour
and keep my imagination hostage
promising sweet, sweet release
done more out of sheer laziness
and impotent habit
stealing away my attention
to terrorise my time in bitter retrospect.

A salve and solution of desperation
against the looming fears
enticing more inner retreat
as my world grows small and stale
falling through time
as failing to make the most of my short time.

I must break the addictions,
I can break them,
I could,
but,
the weakness
that's what give them strength
and I never was good at fighting
or rising to the challenge
but weakness begets weakness
and these games aren't fun anymore
yet I still play

and all play but no work makes the boy an empty useless jack.