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Ghosts Forgotten

This one’s for the addicts in the street
Their poor souls corrupted by the disease
They’ve been where life and death meet
When they are crying down upon their knees

They stare at the laughing people in coffee shops
Wondering how their days ended up so black and rotten
Conniving to get what they need and fleeing the cops
They were normal people only to be ghosts forgotten

If only they could be strong and try to move on
They could find a way to obtain a fresh start
But sadly most of them are already too far gone
It has nothing to do with being dumb or smart

That’s what this disease can do to anyone
And it’s not because they don’t love or don’t care
Sometimes addiction has just simply won
I know all of this because I was once there

I was once a thief, a liar, and a loser
And I’m not proud of the awful things I’ve done
I was a hopeless substance abuser
But a new and wonderful life for me has begun

And honestly the cravings still come for me
They whisper in my ear and try to drag me back down
The temptation will come and it will always be
You just have to fight for your own golden crown

If you have a loved one struggling with addiction
Keeping fighting, don’t give up on them ever again
If you do you will only be aiding in their conviction
Of a long and painful life of despair until their end

If they finally grow strength and try to get clean
Don’t let your hopeful heart collapse
When they fall back into a relapse
That is what happens, despite what you ween

This is a subject I write about a lot
Only because I’ve been through it all
And the lesson that I’ve been taught
Wasn’t learned in a school or study hall

I was about to lose everything I held so dear
My girlfriend, my friends and my mother
Hell, I did lose something dear, my brother
But I woke strength inside and faced my fear

Don’t let your fond memories turn to cotton
Keeping trying and support your ghost forgotten

Remember the ghosts forgotten

Copyright © Dylan Irvin

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  1. Date: 3/27/2013 3:33:00 PM
    Wow, Dylan this is deeply personal and I applaud you for your courage to post it! You have talent my friend and I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. Keep it up and stay strong!

    Irvin Avatar Dylan Irvin
    Date: 3/27/2013 4:56:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Yeah it is pretty personal. I was hesitant to post it but decided to anyways. Thanks for the kind words! I will!
  1. Date: 3/26/2013 10:13:00 AM
    Holy cow, Dylan... I sponsored a poetry contest around the same time I wrote Heroin Heroine for my brother and the theme was "Battling Addiction"-- I really wish I could have had the opportunity to place this in my winners list so everyone could see it! You are so strong, loving, caring and talented. This poem would have hit home with me regardless of how well you penned it, but your talent touchs my soul even more. You're amazing, I hope you know that. This is going straight to my favorites!

    Irvin Avatar Dylan Irvin
    Date: 3/26/2013 11:30:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Aw thanks! Yeah I wish I could have entered that too! I'm glad you liked it. It is pretty personal and I was debating on putting it up or not. Just felt like I needed to get that out! Thanks again for the support
    Currin Avatar Anne Currin
    Date: 3/26/2013 10:15:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    PS I like your new avatar :)
  1. Date: 3/26/2013 8:18:00 AM
    Oh, this is a sad and lonely poem. Filled with a lot of truth. It is a shame to me that our young people grow up thinking this is a passage into manhood. and thats the truth, drugs, guns and prision. Parents, and I dont mean to blame, only stating it as I see it, need to teach their children that manhood is measured by truth, responsibility, and work. I feel very strongly about this. love and hugs, Catie :) PS~ Stay Strong! :)

    Irvin Avatar Dylan Irvin
    Date: 3/26/2013 11:31:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Yes it is sad. I think about everyone out there still battling addiction and it makes me feel lucky that I was fortunate enough to get away from it. Thanks for the support!