Addiction
Poem
Is there anything
More addictive than words?
We are exposed from birth
And we never really had a chance
They are spoken,
read,
heard,
thought
We reuse them over and over
Like a needle
Until they become cliché
We are drawn into their meaning
And hooked onto its complexity
And continue to use them for their simplicity
They make us paranoid
And we can't rest
Until evey
last
thing
has a name
But then we overdose
And develop a need for
Something newer
Something stronger
We reach out and deal with different tongues
And start the cycle again
And we become confused and disoriented
Is it
I love you?
Or Je t'aime?
Or Te amo?
Is it
Mambo?
Or shalom?
Or konnichiwa?
And then we can't escape them
Even when we are dead
But would an addict
Have it any other way?
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This is one of the poems I wrote for my English poetry unit. I hope you like it!