I’m addicted… addicted to the touch
Addicted… I can’t get enough
Addicted… but the desire is lust
The man in the mirror is hard to trust
Every time we greet… I show disdain
But I can see his anguish… I can feel his pain
I love when the high takes over me
But I seem to never land where I’m supposed to be
When it’s not in proximity… cold sweats erupt
I struggle to evade but my mind is corrupt
I struggle to evade but I can’t get enough
Addicted… but the desire is lust
Society rebukes the very presence of my flesh
They say God will heal me… surely they jest
Maybe one day I can overcome this
Maybe if my efforts weren’t so remiss

-Jon Chambers

More poetry available at chambersthepoet.blogspot.com ... Become a follower now!