Oh sure...
It started innocently enough
In the beginning
It was a verse here
A sonnet there
The occasional limerick
But before long...
She was hooked!
She was walking around
In a fog
Fragments of verse
Cluttering her mind
Threatening to steal
Her very soul
Now...
Admittedly...
She was main-lining
Up to fifty
Poems a day
She had her regular dealers
That she would visit
And occasionally
She'd try something new
Sometimes, she would
Pedal her wares
She had to admit
It filled a void for something missing...
But what?
Then one day it came...
The 'intervention'
'Mom! ! You need to buy groceries! !
There's no food in the fridge! ! '
She realized
Then and there
That she had bottomed out...
The computer had to go! !
Dee Daffodil
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addicted-13/
