That Was Me
I’m just one little drink away
From the shelter we toured today
Stinky mats placed on the floor
The revolving, swinging addict’s door
I’ve known that life; lived that agony
Those smelly mats were laid out for me
Hopeless life and addiction’s gritty voice
You look at me like I had a choice.
I drank and smoked—addiction ruled
Hard knocks is the devil’s school
Always wond’ring God why me
I was a slave and I couldn’t be free.
Addiction is a haunting force
We drink and drug, then feel remorse
Remorse and guilt lead to ‘nother drink
Then back here at night to this awful stink
The addict that suffers lives still in pain
He’ll drink and drug all over again
Addiction’s pull is way too strong
Yeah, he can’t tell where he went wrong.
D H Loewen
Copyright March 16, 2018
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