My addiction is
A hideous beast
And from the bowels of hell...
It has creeped.

It found me here
Then swallowed me whole
And feasted on
My rotten soul.

And when it spit me out
I was born again
As an addict...
Full of sin.

It's as if I have
A split personality
Or I am controlled
By an evil entity.

Either way
There seems to be times
When the mind I have
Doesn't seem to be mine.

For an addicts ways
Do not work in favor
Of self preservation
-But more along the lines
Of self devostation.

I often wandered
What other way there could be...
Except to live
-In complete misery.

Then I heard
Of a wondrous place
And they say that it's only
... Twelve steps away.

After all these years
I am so tired
And those twelve steps
...Seem like a million miles.

So forgive me Dear Lord
I ask you this day
To carry me
-Until I can walk again.

And after that
Please hold my hand
As we take twelve steps
To the promise land.

written by John LaRue


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