Obsessed with a thought
teasing, he daunts
some divine sleeps,
postpones a feast,
and skips meals.

for no day's plenty
to fulfill that budding dough
of idle verses
lurking in his head,
whistling, enticing!

Pale, scrawny, and hungry;
looked upon with pity;
is it proven he's unhappy?
Been addicted to life,
too large to chew.

Melanie Agua

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addicted-2/