Addiction

I am an addict

I have to take it in the morning

In the afternoon

Sometimes even in the evening

Withdrawals send my head spinning

Scull splitting

Bedridden

My addiction runs deeper than others might think

It's something sickly sweet and bitter

It took a long time for the guilt to set in

There goes the money for a tank of gas

So much invested in something so small

So necessary for daily function

Take it away and the ground splits open

I drag as fatigue consumes my body

A little worked at first

Then came the 'more, more, more'

I need more

Mine is a common one

But who would think to call coffee an addiction?