"The Cage of My Addiction" by Jack Gower
My cage is built of soft clay
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.