Streets of dark even during the day,
break our hearts as it takes you away.
Loss of words and loss of control,
you're misunderstood trying to save your own soul.
Crying for help in the softest voice,
no one can tell that it’s not just noise.
You're no burden to carry or pity.
What is it like in that poppy field city?
I could never know, I can only assume
what it feels like when it takes ahold of you.
I just ache to give you peace
so without its help you can finally sleep.
They ask why you do it. The only answer you think of:
"When it came you all left , and the drug feels like love."
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Author:
Alex (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the opioid problem in the US, and how it's pretty much completely ignored. Many of the people stuck in this hell are at the mercy of their addiction, slowly dying in its grasp, and they can no longer fix it themselves. These people need help. People give up and family leaves them because of the drugs, which only makes things worse. I have no personal connection to this crisis, only that I've seen it first-hand and I've watched people walk by and totally ignore someone who is in desperate need of help. Politicians need to do something, instead of ignoring this issue in our own country. People are dying, or getting so immersed in this problem that they're subjecting their children to this life, who will have no choice but to grow up and do the same.
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Pretty and sad.
I have a close family member who has been addicted to every kind of substance his entire adult life - and has been homeless that extent also (save the few times my husband and I, or his mother took him in.)
It always ends the same.
Drug use, lies, stealing, threats of violence, and ultimately eviction.
It's not that family forgets them, but you can't help someone who isn't ready (and refuses) to be helped.
As I see it, the problem is cyclical. The culprit, the breakdown of the nuclear family, could be pinned on society, and yet it is unfair to place the blame on society at large. It cannot pick up the pieces where the family has failed. Mandates and handouts will not heal the deep wounds that lead and keep people in the poppy field city.
You're right. The tragedy is most definitely that they are in the grasp of darkness.
Prayer is all that some of us have left.
I'm not into prayer. "Saving" by family is of no use. Any change cannot occur until the addict wants to change. But then a lack of rehab options makes the situation for the most part intractable.
A heartfelt piece well writ.
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