Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Shifting Sands

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 moving and letting loose

Of life with no reason or rhyme.

Powerless as the sands do shift,

The addict just cannot let go,

From reality cast adrift,

Until at last, buried below.

And when the addict's dead and gone,

The shifting sands continue on.