"The Cage of My Addiction" by Jack Gower

My cage is built of soft clay

Easily malleable

Held up together by fair weather friends

Their supports crumble at the first sign of rain.

The base is caving in, floorboards removed reveal quicksand.

How far will it pull me under this time?

The only way back up is to surrender.

To accept my plight means to finally stop

Treading and release control.