……it’s my nephew’s addiction that bothers me, he’s close to me, but when he’s near his addictive condition got him miles away, on display but untouchable. Approachable, but he can’t take in what I have to say; it makes one pause, cause he can’t hear me anyway, it’s killing me to watch him waste away. His death is anticipatable, it’s like he’s already a ghost sent to teach me the un-relatable. He rather sleep on the street and he ain’t capable, he thinks he’s hot, but he ain’t dateable. he’s periodically beat up and stepped on, he needs to keep a blade or two, but he can’t pivot, because that liquor turned him into a small digit, his life is real rigid, but dig it, he thinks he’s in control when he rolls, even when he walks into poles.
….too much mileage; he can’t start over even if he was driving a rover. Now I hear some dude just strolled up, left his face swoll up; holdup… I jumped up, then I sat down, I forgot he wants to be that clown, he mess me around, when I tried to straighten him up and down.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 24th, 2022 06:09
- Comment from author about the poem: This is something that really hits home with me, my nephew’s addiction was passed downed to him from his mother and father, who was too deep in their own addiction to help. I love him very much, but I have my own family now. I had to put him out.
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Thanks teddy.15; I do love him but when they’re their own worst enemy it’s hard to help..
Please don't even try - you would be on a hiding to nothing.
The will to change has to come from him and him alone.
If subsequently he makes that decision then good - but the help should be professional as you cannot live your life and take on such a burden.
greatly penned, I to can identify with others and myself. addiction is a horrible thing to see and to go through.
Thanks Raven333, he definitely puts anybody around through it, but no love lost because I know he’s sick, I also know I can’t help him, which adds to the devastation
I know where you are coming from, you hit it on the head. a sickness like that has to cure himself. Only when he is ready but then again that day may never come, God bless and thank you.
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