A poem about addiction.

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Joekababazae
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A poem about addiction.

Postby Joekababazae » Mon Nov 24, 2014 2:28 pm

I wrote this for a friend who has been sober for four years. I thought you guys might like it.




The Other Side:


A poison enticing, a youth corrupted, the fall into darkness, a selfish sin.

A sightless vision, blurred and warped, weakness letting destruction in.

Hooks piercing flesh, wounds left to fester, rotting from prolonged abuse.

An unending need, desperation increased, longing for immediate use.

A lifeless body, a mindless soul, brought to a state of fear and undeath.

Creeping backward, misery unnoticed, falling towards a final breath.

A hand is extended, pulled from blackness, seen as life full of worth.

The grime is washed, exposed to light, ready for a slow rebirth.

A painful sight, a horror realized, weeping over time in hell.

Deep reflection, a new perception, a strong desire to become well.

A road is traveled, a nervous journey, a future dependent upon commitments made.

A meeting of souls, shared existence, a sea of minds with visions swayed.

A hard confession, painful telling, a story all too raw.

A shared ideal, advice abounding, recollections told of what they saw.

A comfort rising, support unending, a community of souls in process of healing.

Steps toward life, free from the master, finally able to tell what she's feeling.

Time goes by, she stays on the path, a change now made complete.

She admits her problems, forever vigilant, triumphant over the ultimate defeat.

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Postby 100footpole » Tue Nov 25, 2014 10:02 am

Forum isn't great for spacing.

Really like the poem. Like the six nasty lines leading to:

these four:
A hand is extended, pulled from blackness, seen as life full of worth.
The grime is washed, exposed to light, ready for a slow rebirth.
A painful sight, a horror realized, weeping over time in hell.
Deep reflection, a new perception, a strong desire to become well.

Then six lines about recovery and the great ending:

Time goes by, she stays on the path, a change now made complete.
She admits her problems, forever vigilant, triumphant over the ultimate defeat.

Last line could be a changing chorus if you made this a song ...

I like this.


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