These Addictions

As long as we are happy right?
Miracle lives in pills, or so we think
That rush of blood to live on the edge
An itch, a twitch, the need to scratch
We bite, we binge and then repeat
You’re high, but still at your low
Next it’s the AA meetings or the priest
To purge this scourge that stinks like a grudge
Just that old habits die hard
What happens when it all wears off?

Vera