I feel it hook and snag into me,
Seducing or beating me into submission.
A delicious poison.
A thorny rose.
I feel the tide of it rise up,
Slowly growing and gathering strength.
A burning cloud.
A choking noose.
I feel it carry me into the depths,
Sweeping my resistance away.
A whipping gale.
A crashing wave.
I feel my eyes open once it's done,
Knowing that it'll happen again soon.
A chosen dependency.
A hurtful addiction.
First attempt at a contest in a group. I rather like this poem. Well... Hopefully it at least isn't a disgrace to the other poems in the competition.
It makes me think that you smoke pot or something! I know better though. Also, not all poems have to rhyme, I can't think of anything that rhymes with a certain word, so I wing it
Oh my god. I LOVE this. It's beautiful.
third stanza second line 'me' to 'my' I hope you win