Curse of Addiction
For the rest of my life, cursed with this disease.
For all those who suffer, we just got to believe.
Believing in yourself is the hardest thing to do,
so take a look in the mirror and ask do you see you?
Every day and every night we hurt,
wishing we were taken care of by a nurse.
This morning I woke up, fell out of my bed.
Wish I had some pills for the pain in my head.
What ya'll don't know is what ya'll don't see...
the disease trying to take control makes me want to bleed.
Past memories, shooting up all these cravings.
I don't want to use, I pray, I'm begging.
Please strengthen me, for every day is a new day,
but where's my strength, when all I do is lay.
No energy, no effort to be who I want to be.
The life of an addict, can't you see?
This battle has been won.
The war, my friend, will forever go on.
So now what are you going to do?
Hold my head up high and try not to get the blues!
No more smoking powder out of that pipe.
I'm in the fight for my life.
I've come a long way, so you don't got to judge.
When standing next to me, don't give me that nudge.
If you really want to know, I will tell
my journal, turned into a book; it might sell.
My dreams are now back in sight
with help through the darkness is that light.
Shocked and smiling, knowing I did survive
through this disease. Thank God, I am still alive.
About this poem
I have had years of drug abuse and in the back of my head I have the voice of my addiction always carrying me down telling myself lies just to keep me on using telling me I can't live without so I wrote this poem to tell people about addiction that the voice isn't really there and if I can beat that addiction anybody can too
Written on February 25, 2024
Submitted by Joshy1987 on February 25, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,329 |
Words | 298 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 30 |
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