Awake, yet inside feeling numb,
Trying hard not to succumb,
Resistance taking all my might,
Until these urges I cannot fight.
Perplexed with the crazy irony,
Twisted logic only I can see,
Depending on it to feel well again,
The reason this sickness began.
A world revolved around using,
Blinding me to all I'm losing,
Wanting only the next fix,
Waiting impatiently for a hit.
A viscous cycle some never break,
Sometimes in silence I lay awake,
While I contemplate my life,
Feeling shameful and contrite.
As my thoughts transform to pain,
Moments I promise to abstain,
Instantly my struggle from within,
Stronger than my will and i give in.
One day, a breaking point or such,
Do I get free, or will it be too much,
Out of addiction will I be led,
Or will it be I finally wind up dead.
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Author:
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Staying clean is worth the struggle. Writing is a good step in the struggle. Keep a pen and a pad paper with you at all times so that you can capture those nuggets of gold as you endure your struggle. Don't forget NAMI is a good friend too.
Welcome rpgiii, a very well written honest and emotional poem. Let us hope that writing will help you with your struggle. The prize is worth the pain! But that is so much easier said than done. As long as you can take three steps forward for every step back, you will win against any demon.
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