What becomes better.. doesn’t

​The taking of the recreational drug, 
And the feeling that you are doing something naughty, but you aren’t a mug. 
What do I mean by that? you do something that’s exciting and makes you feel great?
Then there is the dependency which you seek an awkwardness to capture a debate. 

I wanted to do it, 
F.ck it, it’s my time to feel euphoric, 
But the fact is, this life can only do the taking and drinking for so long
There is an understanding through your higher power, as you feel through this addiction you can be strong,

The fact you are not, 
The drink plays a part too, 
This co-dependency of this crippling disease 
When the delusion doesn’t ease.

You get to a wake up call, 
Some make it, and some do not
The body is a precious organ.. .by the grace of God find yourself and don’t lead yourself to rot. 

There’s hope
With fellowship and kindness,
Put yourself out there, it shall be difficult but you won’t be accepting the blindness.

“Poem about addictive behaviour…”
Jason
12th June 2026