addictions

 addictions

crave

faces

faceless

friends

mirages

of misfortune 

clearly 

coming through 

empty words

sought for

empty messages

longed for

filling voids

bottomless pit 

attention whores

desires

never satisfied 

never finished 

the falsest 

of cures

empty promises

chased down 

energy zapped 

and then:

The fear subsided

The anchor rises

The tide pulls out 

Anger rises

Cleared 

For darker 

Sadness hours

Honesty and truth 

Carve a space 

The freedom 

Won, where 

frivolous toil 

caves in on the soul

is simple

like the quiet 

of snow

Being enough 

Of a thrill 

Satisfaction

tried 

by some other

manner of striving 

coupled with

a wrecked nervous system 

needed to heal 

nothing would 

suit the craving

except nothing.

—what nothing left 

Was space 

For silence 

Where freedom came…