An addict in detox, again.
Chief complaint of “at his wits’ end”
Manipulation, his malicious game.
Life flickered like a heroin flame.
Only to be left out in the cold,
Fore his soul he sold.
Creased face of a story untold,
Forever trapped in a society mold.
Faceless voices ever scold.
The hand he is dealt, fold.
Desperate, alone, starved.
In this grave he carved.
Yet, there is a light.
Hands clasped tight.
Nothing left to do but fight.
Demons retreat in fright.
Latest symptom, insight.
Retiring the abuse tonight.
The real world hits like a freight train.
Old thrills and cravings remain.
An addict in detox, again.
Will this spiral ever end?
Contributing Writer
University of Wisconsin School of Medicine and Public Health
Hi! My name is Sarah Mortimer and I am a third year medical student at University of Wisconsin. I enjoy nature, volleyball, jogging and exploration.