Addiction

The not knowing,
The waiting,
The indecision,
The menace of endings.

Yet I cross over to the other shore,
Despite the fear.
The burden of impending addiction,
Weighing down upon my feeble consciousness.

The lure of hope,
Leads me like a moth to a flame,
Inevitably towards the disastrous fire,
Towards the joyous perishing at your indifference.