Poem By Alessandra Liverani

Addicts are hunted people, hunted far and wide
But addicts have nowhere to run to, nowhere at all to hide
Because you cannot escape your very own mind
It's constantly with you all of the time

Their faces are drawn and anxious, eyes furtively peer around
For the hunter continually hunting them, has he gone to ground
They cannot let him catch them, otherwise they'll be doomed
So quickly they consume their drug of choice, before on the horizon
he's loomed

Yet he never seems to go away, always ready to hunt some more
It doesn't matter how many times with their drug they score
He stalks them through the hours long
With stamina everlastingly strong

They're so tired, so very, very weary
That it's impossible for them to think at all clearly
So they just keep running like animals under the spotlight
Looking over their shoulder into the light so bright

(Sydney, Australia - 2003)

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