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Closet junkie, suffering in silence


In the shadows, I hide my pain.
The weight of addiction is my chain,
Desperate to break free and find peace.
Each day it takes a piece of my soul,
Leaving me empty, broken, and cold.
But deep down I know I must find my way,
Out of the silence and into the light of a new day.
But silence keeps me trapped unable to release.
Alone in my struggle I fight the urge
To numb the pain and drown the surge.
Guilt and shame that gnaws at me,
a silent battle no one else can see.
I long to be sober, to reclaim my life,
But fear of losing all I hold dear cuts like a knife.
I run from the truth, from the darkness within,
A plague that consumes me, a battle I cannot win.
Each day it takes a piece of my soul,
Leaving me empty, broken, and cold.
But deep down I know, I must find my way
Out of the silence, into the light of a new day.

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