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Mark Palmer Poem
Most people don’t know what it’s like to have this fire beneath your skin ? Burning and scolding.
The deep dependency inside, feeds the beast that dwells within
The beast is greedy; it will not stop until it takes over your mind, its mean and nasty not sweet and kind
It’s sneaky and cunning and will never stop, its only desire to see you drop
It chews you up and feeds all day, then spits you back out and goes away.
It soon returns, but this time much worse, its hunger is greater, makes you scream and curse
Once the beast has reached its goal, to beat you down and steal your soul,
it thinks it has won when you lose control, its abuse of your body will take its toll
No matter what you have at stake, the same mistakes you continue to make
The poison it pumps into your veins flows through your body until little remains
But what is this pain that you feel each day ? And why can’t you make it just go away.
It’s difficult to tell, why you feel like hell
The presence of the beast is very strong, what can you possibly be doing wrong ?
Why can’t you steal your life right back and get your future back on track
These battles can be won, and all your enemies defeated,
Even in the times when you feel most depleted
The secret is to never back down, keep on fighting and find new ground.
Keep on going, just fight on longer. Even when you feel you are lost, just stop, take check, and come back stronger.
You must never give up and never back down, try to smile, and never frown.
It’s very important you remember this line. Your fear and resentment will subside over time
The beast has a name, its name is addiction, and it will continue to feed with the greatest conviction.
Don’t ever let it win, just work to build more strength and courage within
Use this strength to keep up the fight, seek help and support and this time do it right.
If you stay focused you can win this war, keep up the fight until the beast dwells no more
Once the beast has been forced out, you must keep your mind focused and don’t start to doubt
If he tries to get back in, remember the suffering you felt within
Remember how he made you feel, and don’t forget he is very real.
His voice will grow weaker within your head; all that he says has already been said
Be strong, keep it simple, you will be just fine. Take one step forward, one day at a time.
You must do all you can to help sobriety remain, you may never get this chance again
Copyright © Mark Palmer | Year Posted 2016
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Mark Palmer Poem
Powerless
I woke up again a broken man, wasted and hopeless with an empty beer can
Feeling worthless saying never again, my head is throbbing, my mind drenched in pain
It doesn’t take long to figure out the cure, walk to the liquor store and buy yet more
The first one goes down, its bitter to taste. Yet it helps me forget my life is a waste
The more I swallow the better I feel. It again starts to seem like it’s no big deal
Through another day I continue my routine, boring and wasteful, but this I don’t see
My speech becomes slurred, my balance has gone. Sat alone listening to that same old song
I am destroying my life and those around me. Deep inside I care, but from the outside you don’t see
The next day for me is much the same, flooded with resentment, hate and pain
My life is spiraling out of control, my future is bleak and I have no goal
How will I get hold of my next fix, I’ve begged, stolen and borrowed, played every trick
How much deeper can I dig my hole, when will this disease take its toll
I have to stop my relentless denial, alcohol is my Master, my life is on trial
The sentence I face is certain death. The stench of the booze will consume my last breath
Why is it so hard to open my eyes and see, this is no life for a man like me
I have to face up to the fact that I am powerless, only when I do that, can I clean up this mess
Copyright © Mark Palmer | Year Posted 2016
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Mark Palmer Poem
Once upon a time, there was a caterpillar on a tree
Sitting there wondering what his future may be.
His life seemed so very pointless
Was it serving any real purpose ?
He continued to feed for that’s all that he knew
Where was his life going, he had no clue
One day something hit him and he found acceptance
Bored and fed-up with his miserable existence.
He constructed a shell around himself,
To keep himself safe and maintain his health.
There he remained and continued to wait,
Metamorphosis took place and it changed his fate.
One day when his shell begun to feel tight
He made a small hole and in came the light
Out he came from the home that he built
Somehow feeling different, no remorse, no guilt
He spent the next night feeling like new,
Wondering what next, where to go, what to do.
On the morning of the very next day
He spread his new wings and flew away…..
Copyright © Mark Palmer | Year Posted 2018
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