July 23, 2009

These damned addictive habits
I pick up the phone
Check for text messages
I just checked two minutes ago
I want to check again
Nothing matters more
It is my fix
Illusory connections
Leading nowhere
Calling me

I want some chocolate
There’s some in the fridge
Dark, deep, rich
Inviting, calling

Last night, at the gym
I burned a thousand calories
Another new addiction

I’ll bury my feelings in a poem
And switch on the TV
Check the phone for messages
Habitually entrenched
In a useless quest
For comfort


Type: Poetry

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