Free verse № 62136
Addiction leaving by death
These drugs inside me,
They have long since taken over.
Running thick as blood, through my vanes.
Having concurred my mind,
Making me now question is Iâm sane.
Sense I once had is gone;
Out the window it went waving so long.
Like a song stuck in my head,
Withdraw always repeating; making me ill.
Intake a little moreâ¦
Found in a trance starring at the door.
Entering forth to this hell to renew my high.
I sigh thinking of what could beâ¦
If only I could stand and walk away,
Not come back the next day.
Again Iâm backâ¦
The pain of withdraw overcame,
Is it my addiction that makes me this way?
Or is it my fear of what reality has in store.
Get loaded forget about everything but feeling.
This wonderful feeling having no shame, mellow.
Stuck in this world not being able to worry.
Life seems to be fading away.
This is something new,
My heart is racing, skipping a beat.
Pacing so fast, the pounding is unbearable.
Vision is fading everything a blur.
Walk to the restroom to gather myself.
Relieving pressure, shaking canât aim.
Pain is taking over⦠took too much.
Reaching for helpâ¦
Grabbing for support donât want to fall.
Nothing stable, come crashing down.
On the ground taking my last look,
Inside my chest feeling a balloon burst.
Death is now inside me,
The blur fadingâ¦dissipatingâ¦darknessâ¦
9 comments
Plus, have you actually done drugs?..
if you have been there, you should write about what happened. because this looks like bob dole wrote it.
you should subtitle this 'refer madness : the reprise' or 'drugs are bad, mmkay?'
no truth to it, and therefor, no vote.
What made me decide it was time to give everything up was when I had a breakdown... I wake shaking out of control, my heart racing a million beats a minute.
Everyone has an idea of what drugs do... but they don't have a real clue until they've had to start start at zero and below and rebuild their life because of how deep into them they were. It took near death for me to finally see the light.
because this is boiled down. and sanitized. it hints at big bad things. you know, the way parents do when they tell you not to do something, and your first thought was, bull-shit.
specifics make a poem, joe.
if you're sleeping in your car for a while (that way they can't FIND your car), without a permanent address, and you're buying catfood instead of paying back your grandfather...
you see what i am saying?
make me believe you lived it.
this is more like crystal lane swift's pablum than anything real. god bless the girl for her innocence, and for her faith, but she cannot write a poem to save her life. she's too sugar-coated.
maybe i'm too jaded? i don't think so. show me someone who has not suffered. okay, maybe -=Dark_Angel=- hasn't. he's got it all.
Again I thank you for all the information and help in this battle.
Always...
lucky
feel the cold. the rain. the sun. the breeze. that's got to work so much better than telling them how it is. see?
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