«withdrawal»

to me
you are a bad habit
the viceroy of vicedom
worse than
smoking
to my lungs
drinking
to my liver
narcotics
to my brain
you are a stubborn weed
that makes me fly
high
as a kite
the caffeine rush
to later make me
crash
and a chronic
hormonal cocktail
of testosterone
adrenaline
raging through my veins
to keep me in
flight
to make me stand and
fight
in vain
to let you
go
for

no patch
no hypnosis
no cold-turkey will

help me
rid of you
save perhaps a face

as fair as yours
that will appear

in the

buzz

or high

or low

of your intoxicating

infective

hallucinogen

to lead me

to elsewhere

to anywhere

until that day
i seek

to enter
a temple

a haven
to embrace
a foreign
god

any god
to whom
to pray
and nevermore
to have

to kneel

to you