Below is the poem entitled The Evils Of Drugs Part I which was written by poet
Carrillo. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The Evils Of Drugs part I
What are the evils of drugs? How do we know when,
we encounter them? The evils of drugs are everywhere.
They seem to sneak up on us. Usually you start by expirmenting
with them. First someone offers you a smoke and tells you it's
harmless. They promise you, that it will make you feel good.
At first you start to feel good. Than one day that feeling starts to
wear off and you want something that will bring back that feeling.
One day - I met this acquaintance and asked him where he was
going. He asked me to go with him. He said - this man has some
really good stuff.
I went with him, thinking it was grass, but when we walked into
the house, I notice a glass on the table half full of alcohol and a
piece of cotton in the bottom. There were two eye droppers and
each one had a needle stuck to it. I kept looking and noticed that
the guy from the house had a capsule and handed to the guy
The capsule had some white powder. The man had already expirment
with drugs. I had not, the man opened it and pour into a spoon and
put some drops of water. The stuff was so pure that he didn't even
have to cook it. I soon found out - the stuff was Heroin.
The man that was with me shot it through his veins, than he did it to
me. The man from the house thought it was funny that I didn't know
how to tie my arm. The man told me that as soon as I saw a little blood
to squeeze the dropper and let it go in. No sooner had I done that, when
I felt the high that I had been looking for.
After a while we left the house and we started to throw up, but it was a
nice feeling to throw up. It felt good. That time - I had to pay for it, but
other guys would offer it to you for free, than you were on your own.
After that time, I didn't need anyone to go with me. The man already knew
me. I went there by myself. I went two, or three times a day.
Little knowing that I was losing the pleasure of it. I was quickly becoming
a slave to it. My whole body ached when I didn't have the drug. My body
kept asking for more...
To be continued.