The storms of addiction roll in fast,
Dark clouds that drown the distant past.
Each drop a promise, each gust a lie,
They pull me under as I reach for the sky.

The winds howl loud, a constant roar,
Whispering, “Just a little more.”
I’m lost in the endless rain,
A storm that feeds on hidden pain.

I chase the calm within its eye,
But every moment, I...