Darkness surrounds my being,
And a lamp is within reach.
Hopelessness consumes me,
And I know where to go for release.
Powerlessness claims my existence,
When I have all the strength I need.
Death overtakes my garden,
I watch it wither and plant no new seeds.
The tide is rising and I’m still at ground level,
Not yet ascending the cliff.
Lightning strikes all around me,
And under a tree I sit.
The snake approaches and I do not move,
Though I have time before it arrives.
The tornado is in the distance, the cellar’s within reach,
Yet I do not go inside.
Portion of the full poem https://journeyinrhyme.wordpress.com/2013/09/23/addiction-self-inflicted-disaster/