Kicking Mr Aich
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Over 14,000 lives were taken because of heroin related causes in 2023, just in the United States. Sadly, two of my friends lost their children from it. This poem is not about me, but about someone trying to battle it, and trying to keep Mr. Aich out of his system, for ever. The stuff that's on the streets now has to be much worse more now than it ever was. Dowsed with fetanyl and other unknown chemicals is a scary thought.
As I walked along that lonely road
Before the sun lay red
Change, was on my mind
Dealing with the devil, too damn long
Endless nights have bled my veins with sour milk
For I have been awakened- by will
God perhaps, maybe- maybe not
Heel to him and he will heal you, so they say
I must prove to myself first- that I am, for real
Just because actions speak louder than lips
Knocking on heaven's door cracked my knuckles
Looking for life with sewn eyelids
Maybe, my world is nothing but a dream
No one really knows me,
Other than myself, or, do I
Poor judgement was my shield
Quarreling with myself, I was sure to lose
Reaching out to hope, gave me hope
Searching for that slim escape passage
Time had come, no more "Mr. Bad Guy"
Under my want, and desperate need
Vowing to believe...again
Wanting to believe...again
X'ing out any thoughts, desires, and temptations
Yearning for life...again
Zeroing out- Mr. Aich
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2023
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