Living Addictive Poem by Ima Ryma

Chasing a dream, looking for love
In all the wrong places is how
An addict takes a pathway of
To anywhere but not in now.
The substance of substance abuse
Is like the sands shifting in time,
Ever falling in patterns loose,
Seeking to find reason or rhyme
For why the addict is so lost,
And looking nowhere to find out,
Until is found that life's last cost,
Leaving others living to doubt.

And when the addict's dead and gone,
No rhyme nor reason searches on.