An Addicts Poem: A selection of poems written through addiction and recovery.

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You know who I am, you’ve called me your friend, Wishes of misery and heartache I send, I want only to see that you’re brought to your knees, I’m the devil inside you, I am your disease. Neil Steinberg: I will. It does several things in the book. It comes after these lines of the Aeneid, and I want to read those first to put it in context.

His fragile arms wrap around me like a porcelain doll as he takes his last drag of his cigarette. He tells me it won’t **** him. That's why your words "But unfortunately, he has not taken any notice as he is still continiung with his addiction...." is no surprise. To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.Two weeks ago, my dad found my hand-me-down blades. I told him he did not need to worry because my addiction of the blades painting my canvas has been replaced to the deadliest addiction; loving a boy. I bring self destruction, but still you can’t tell, I’ll sweep you through heaven, then drop you in hell, I’ll chase you forever wherever you go, And then when I catch you, you won’t even know.

If you have your own family, I’ll see it’s destroyed, I’ll steal every pleasure in life you’ve enjoyed. I’ll not only hurt you, I’ll kill if I please, I’m your worse living nightmare. I am your disease.

Curtis Fox: That was “Frying Trout while Drunk” by Lynn Emanuel which is also collected in her book, Hotel Fiesta. So Neil, what do the details, the very vivid details in this poem, reveal to you about the speaker?