Bad Habits and Old Addictions, poetry by Judge Burdon at Spillwords.com

Bad Habits and Old Addictions

Bad Habits and Old Addictions

written by: Judge Burdon

 

Just when I think I’ve finally lost them
Convinced they’d never find me again.
There’s a knock at my door
Heavy fists pound harder and louder
Yelling for me to let them in
Bad Habits and Old Addictions

Constantly ringing the doorbell.
The Ding-dongs wake up my weakness
the flaws in my willpower now exposed
Uninvited influence wearing down my resistance
Bad Habits and Old Addictions

I buried them away years ago
must’ve dug the grave too shallow
It allowed them to escape
Now they’ve returned
Tempting my resolve to win the favor of my past obsession
Bad Habits and Old Addictions

Our association never matured into a friendship
More of an acquaintance of inconvenience
stained with bad blood
There wasn’t any trust
creating an incessant suspicion
Adding to an agenda of nefarious intentions
Bad Habits and Old Addictions

Where do I find the courage
to tell them
To get the hell away from this place
Make them believe
I’m no longer the man I once was
Devoid of self-respect
a festering scab on God’s face
Bad Habits and Old Addictions

Now my subconscious is questioning my decision
Sending them away may be a mistake
What’s the harm in extending some hospitality
After all they’ve come such a long way
Because one is too many and a thousand is never enough
Get your ass out and head on down the road
I have worked long and hard to be true to my convictions
Don’t come back
Bad Habits and Old Addictions

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