Trent Thomas Sargent Poet Blank verse

The Addicted

What do you see when you look in my eye?
Can you feel my pain, even though I don't cry?
They don't understand why I do what I do.
But how could they know, if they've never been through?
They say I need help, they lock me up from fear.
They want me to stop, but there's more in here.
They look down on me because I have fallen.
I want it to stop, but addiction is calling.
So I pray every day, for the war to end.
But it only gets worse, the dreams come again.
They don't understand what's wrong with my mind.
As I reach out for help, that I can't seem to find.
So they let me go, despite all there fear.
I walk through the door, it's like I wasn't here.
They put me on paper, my freedoms restricted.
I'm no longer a number, but I'm still the addicted.

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John Stewart May 31, 2011 at 5:31 PM Treat, Your my best friend. I pray you will get over your addiction before you get out of jail. I think this is a good poem. Keep up with the writing.

Dr.Ram Mehta May 20, 2011 at 1:48 PM Lovely postive and inspirational thoughts on addiction, Trent Trent Thomas Sargent May 21, 2011 at 12:19 PM My name is Ann and I'm posting his poems for him. He is currently at Rappanahanock Regional Jail, P.O. Box 3300, Stafford, Va 22555. He is trying to turn his life around and would love to get letters from positive people. I'll let him know about your comment. His friend, Ann

Dr.Ram Mehta May 20, 2011 at 1:48 PM Lovely postive and inspirational thoughts on addiction, Trent

James Foulk May 20, 2011 at 12:37 PM I smoked for 41 years then gave it up in 1998, unless you have smoked no one knows how tough it is to stop, i was addicted to them, in 1962 I use to get drunk every night and i could not stop, but in 1982 i did stop, so i can relate to this piece you wrote, and you did a good job of getting your point across. Trent Thomas Sargent May 21, 2011 at 12:22 PM My name is Ann and I am posting his poems for him. He is currently at Rappanahanock Regional Jail, P.O. Box 3300, Stafford, Va 22555. He is trying to turn his life around and would love to get letters from positive people. I'll let him know about your comment. His friend, Ann