The Spirit of Addiction Speaks

Below are 4 poems, each from a different angle which you’ll see. They are all, however, in the realm of the spiritual. Addiction is represented by Satan and Freedom is represented by Jesus. I believe you’ll relate if you have ever been a slave to addiction.

Whispers in the Dark

A dark and haunting poem from the perspective of addiction itself, luring and destroying as it speaks but acknowledges there is One Greater who frees.

I am the whisper when the night is cold,
The false embrace you long to hold.
I promise comfort, sweet relief,
Then trade your joy for hollow grief.

I dress in pleasure, draped in gold,
Yet leave you broken, frail, and old.
I take your strength, I steal your breath,
I lead you laughing into death.

You swore you’d leave, you made a vow,
Yet here you stand before me now.
I tighten chains you cannot see,
For once you taste, you’re bound to me.

Your prayers rise up, they burn the air,
But do you think I really care?
I twist, I coil, I drown, I choke,
I turn your faith into a joke.

Still, there’s One I cannot break,
Whose hands reach down for your escape.
Should you call, should you believe,
You’ll find the strength to make me leave.

Yet heed this warning, lest you fall,
I wait, I lurk, I tempt, I call.
For in the shadows, I remain,
A whispered voice… a hiss… a chain.

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I Am Your Master

Addiction speks as the ruthless, deceptive demon taunting its victim.

Come, my friend, don’t turn away,
You’ve heard my voice—I’ve taught you pain.
I am the whisper, the fire, the thrill,
The hand that bends and breaks your will.

I gift you numbness, sweet and deep,
Then steal your soul while you’re asleep.
You think you own me? That’s so cute.
I plant the lie, I pluck the fruit.

I tighten knots you cannot see,
You beg for mercy—I let you breathe.
Just long enough to taste the light,
Then drag you screaming back to night.

Your mother weeps, your father pleads,
Your children call—but I won’t leave.
I make you steal, I make you lie,
I watch you rot, I watch you die.

But if you run—if you break free,
Beware, I wait so patiently.
For one small slip, one moment weak,
And I’ll be there, my chains will creak.

You’ll bow again, you’ll love me still,
For I am hunger, I am thrill.
I am the blade against your skin,
And when you fall… I always win.

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The Liar and the King

This keeps the darkness of addiction’s grip but ends with Jesus’ complete victory over it.

I am the whisper in your mind,
The sweetest chains you’ll ever find.
I’ll numb your pain, I’ll steal your breath,
Then drag you laughing into death.

You’ll run, you’ll fight, you’ll swear me gone,
Yet here I stand—you still hold on.
I weave my lies into your veins,
I turn your prayers into disdain.

Your mother weeps, your father pleads,
Your children call—but I won’t leave.
I make you steal, I make you lie,
I make you curse the God on high.

But wait—who dares invade my space?
What light now shatters my embrace?
Who speaks the Name I’ve learned to fear?
Who dares to stand and cast me here?

He comes! He calls! He breaks my chains!
His blood runs red—yet cleanses stains.
You cry His name—His hand extends,
And just like that… my reign must end.

I shriek, I writhe, I lose my place,
For I can’t stand Amazing Grace.
You’re free, you’re whole, you rise again—
Not by your strength, but by Him.

So if I whisper, if I call,
If I lurk where shadows fall,
Remember this—I had my throne,
But Christ has come to take His own.

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The Battle for One

This one takes the form of a confrontation between Jesus and Satan, as they argue over the soul of someone bound by addiction.

Satan speaks:
Look at him—broken, bound in chains,
Drowning in sorrow, drunk on pain.
I hold his mind, I own his soul,
He’s mine to keep—I’ve made him whole.

I fed his thirst, I fanned his need,
I made him beg, I made him bleed.
He calls for help? It’s far too late.
He’s made his choice—I sealed his fate.

Jesus replies:
You twist, you lie, you bind, you steal,
You whisper soft, then crush and kill.
Yet see these hands? See these scars?
I’ve paid his debt—I’ve borne his marks.

You claim his soul, but I say no.
I felt his cries, I watched him go.
And though he crawled through hell and back,
My love still holds what you attack.

Satan sneers:
You call him Yours, yet look and see—
His hands still shake, he longs for me.
You say he’s free, yet hear him groan—
He wants relief, he feels alone.

You can’t undo what I have done,
He’s bound to fall, he’s bound to run.
And when he does, I’ll take my due,
For even now… he wants me too.

Jesus stands firm:
I know his weakness, I know his doubt,
Yet still, My grace will call him out.
He may still stumble, he may still roam,
But every step—I’ll lead him home.

For when I bled, I bought his name,
No sin, no chain, no guilt remains.
So take your lies, take all your claim,
This one is Mine—sealed by My name.

Satan fades, defeated.

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Have a blessed rest of your day, knowing that Jesus has conquered all sin… yes, even addiction! See you again on my next post. Bye for now!