Best Drug Addiction Poems
I've been trying to fill this hole deep inside my chest.
I promised I plead but you still left like all the rest.
So here I sit once again I’m all alone.
You won't even send a text to my phone.
This is where I fail to stay strong.
This life of mine starts to go wrong.
I took my lighter and fired up the brass.
I applied heat to get the bubble in the glass.
I heat the rock and watch it melt down.
I'm all smiles in the happiness that Ive found.
Before I knew it im drawing from out of the spoon.
One, two, blastoff soon ill be higher then the moon.
You get that little burn in the back of your throat.
Hang on cowboy cause you just hit some bomb dope.
Then comes the ringing in your ears.
Just sit back and all your worries and fears simply disappear.
Don't worry about the lights fading in and out.
That's the dope coursing through your veins ya your high no doubt.
The color will leave your eyes.
Your body engulfed in the warmth of a million butterflies.
But now the demon has got you like a needle to thread.
Welcome to the struggle cause you got to keep the demon fed.
Now we've been up for nights and days.
Given up hope we succumb to her ways.
When she leaves you she leaves you feeling dead.
You can't silence the voices screaming inside your head.
Now you just look for the next high.
Cause without that demon you wanna die.
People will wonder where have you been.
It's no secret with those track marks up and down your skin.
Now you will know new lows.
It's a sad story but thats just how it goes.
Now your alone and feel so close to death.
Just remember who did this her name is crystal meth.
Now if you could relive that day.
When your pal held out that needle tell what would you have to say.
We have 72 hours to make this place presentable or we've got nowhere to live. Or at least not here.
He helps with nothing. I sit, disappointed-again. Over something he's done. Again.
I wish I were her. Heroin. I wish he lied for me. I wish he wanted me with the same amount he does her. I wish he deceived his loved ones just to have me for a few hours. I wish when he was with me he felt whole. I wish I could make him lust for me as he does her.
He makes love to me, and for long periods of time, but only because of her.
Her narcotic charm is unmatched. Anything to do falls second to her.
I need him to be happy and treat me nicely without the presence of her. Because when she leaves I pay, and dearly.
I can't take him away from her grasp. He always goes back for more.
Even if he says he is finished with her, I know I'll see some sign of her back around shortly. I know he doesn't need her. But sadly, I feel he doesn't believe the same. How long will he insist on this triangle love relationship? How long will she linger around us, if only in just thought? Forever?
I know in my heart that she trumps anything I could ever dream of giving or doing for him. Doesn't he see that she is nothing? She destroys. That is all she is. A homewrecker. Toxic. Death. Suffering. Pain.
Is this what he Longs for?
I want to be
the best version of me.
I want to believe
in myself
and my recovery.
I'm tired of living
a life of insanity,
that's not the person
I want to be.
I'm not that person anymore,
now I live in accord.
Harmoniously happy,
thanking God
for my sobriety.
I was once surviving,
now I'm thriving.
This is my time,
I'm really trying.
Forgive me for my past,
the changes I've made
are going to last.
A few years ago I got sick. Real sick. Hospital sick. Near death sick. But I
survived or I would not be writing this. I had several surgeries but this story is
not about that. It is about the drug Fentanyl, a powerful pain killer, ten times
stronger than Morphine. Yes, that is what they were giving me to control the
pain. I was in the hospital six months, so you can imagine the addiction I had
to this drug. The doctors were smart though, because about four weeks before
I was to come home, they started the take me off Fentanyl. It was to be done
very slowly, but still I had a terrible reaction. My body had got used to it and it
liked it. I would thrash around the bed like a lunatic. They were only giving
me small doses of it and also giving me Tylenol. (TYLENOL, I would say, that is
USELESS!) The doctors kept telling me, " you do not need it anymore." (YEAH,
that's what YOU think. I NEED it!) Well, after the four weeks, I came down to
earth. I was free again to be me. It was then, that I realized how easy it is
to become addicted to a prescription drug.
oh it was dreamy
lost in a haze of nothing-
crashing down screaming
Now years later, I am hearing on the news that people are dying from taking
Fentanyl. This drug has hit the street and is killing people. They love the high,
and take more than the dose any doctor would perscribe. It is a killer and must
be treated with respect. To take it for a high, is a death wish.
a sad funeral
the teen was so beloved-
it was just one time
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May 30, 2016
Poetry/Haibun/Senryu/Prescription Drug Addiction
Copyright Protected, ID 16-796-202-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The colorful Drug
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Second Place
a false conviction
rejected consideration
I suck at sobriety,
Even though life hasn't been that hard on me?
What excuse do I have
When I have all this support?
I'm powerless,
Been that way since 16.
There's been times that I thought that I'd changed,
Then the old me returns to turn up the heat.
I'm not a lost soul,
But I'm well on my way at this rate.
I can't seem to get ahead of my demons
Because I had no faith.
I fear myself,
My lack of self control when I'm the author of my fate.
You think the worst,
Expect the best,
Awfully high hopes for having no hope.
She cannot keep a job; she has had several. Anger issues.
Cannot spell or write either, or be nice, but those are secondary problems.
Showed up at ten, was supposed to be there at 7:45; always good excuses.
Creative anyway.
Wanted them to give her a recommendation; highly angry at them for not doing it.
Called them prejudiced. They hate the Irish! She told me. Wait, their names are McCormick.
She tried to find another job from the luxury of her bed, circled lots of them in the paper.
Did not make the phone calls though; the valium she was taking for her perpetual migraines held her off.
What about the children? Her neighbors ask her. She was too ill to worry about them.
They were six, eight, ten and twelve, time for them to get jobs and take care of her. Right?
The school bought them Christmas presents, and she was furious they would not give her receipts.
Complained because they were not even getting a turkey for Thanksgiving, so her neighbor brought her one.
That damned social worker was really mad on the first when she realized the turkey had never been cooked.
She did not have a computer or anything. They should have brought her one that was cooked anyway.
That was on them. The crumby neighbor is pounding on her door again. She opens one eye.
Damned kids must have forgotten their keys. She can keep them for a while, she thinks. I am sick.
As she falls back to sleep, she wonders what will become of her, who will take care of her?
Why has this happened to her? Her uterus moves in a little hop like way, a happy baby this time.
Thank god. The other ones are always wanting something, begging for stuff, complaining.
Maybe this one will be the one who makes the difference. She pats her tummy and smiles.
Maybe she has a good one in there, this time.
Her eyes close.
grey hooded shadows visit me in half dreams,
speak to me in a language I understand,
their voices filled with laughter and eery screams,
they come riding from a far of foreign land!
they talk of green fields that spread for unseen miles,
of breeze that scatter past tiny pods of seeds,
essence of evil that sanity beguiles,
they crawl down secret streets to addiction feed!
misled in life, blinded by arrogant rage,
in company of men with ignoble sways,
I started for fun, victim of my own age,
the beginning of the end of my sane days!
vortex of swirling desires swallowed me whole,
from happy sunshine in to this deep abyss,
trapped and thrashing in this dark fathomless hole,
abandoned, shipwrecked in a state of false bliss!
my unwashed skin shows the chemical rampage,
my smile bears the blackness of my foolish deeds,
my soul imprisoned in a suffering cage,
with every puff of acrid smoke, my death speeds!
grey hooded shadows visit me in half dreams,
the language they speak is language of reason,
they warn of dangers in many painful screams,
tell of tormented minds, soul’s festering lesion!
did not win
Addiction poetry contest
sponsor Rob Levasseur
Written 22/12/2020
24 lines each with 11 syllables
abab cdcd .... rhyme sequence
Meth, my cruel mistress, you had me in your grasp
With every hit, I felt a rush, my reality began to lapse
You promised me euphoria, but all you brought was pain
You took my life, my family, my friends, my everything, in vain
I was a slave to your power, couldn't break free from your hold
My body and mind, you consumed, my spirit you had sold
I lost myself in your grip, my soul began to decay
But I refused to give up, I knew I had to find a way
With every failed attempt, I fell deeper into the abyss
But I refused to let you win, I knew I had to persist
I reached out for help, and slowly I began to see
That I was stronger than your grip, and I could break free
The withdrawals were brutal, my body ached and screamed
But I knew it was just a small price to pay, to fulfill my dreams
I fought through the cravings, the temptations, the pain
And with each passing day, I began to regain
The person I once was, before you took over my life
I found joy in simple things, like the sunrise and the night
I reconnected with my loved ones, who never gave up on me
And I knew I was on the right path, finally, I was free
Meth, you may have had me once, but I am no longer your slave
I have beaten your grasp, I have broken free from your cave
I am stronger, wiser, and I will never look back
For I have overcome you, and I will never again fall off track
To those still in your grip, I offer you my hand
I know the struggle, I understand
But know that you are not alone, and you too can break free
Just believe in yourself, and the person you can be
Meth, you may have thought you had me, but I have won
I am a survivor, and my journey has just begun
I will not let you defeat me, for I am stronger than you
And I will continue to fight, until my life is through.
Feeling everything at once,
And nothing at all.
Numb?
Maybe.
Just may be the medications,
My therapist says,
Meditation.
The answer,
The problem?
Is manic depression.
Some say disorder,
I scream.
Obsession.
The doctor’s dose me,
I obliged,
Just because I don’t want to die.
Addiction killed my soul,
Reprive,
Or spiritually die.
I just want to be alive.
A life.
What is a life without drugs and pain?
What’s living without suffering?
Show me the way,
To live and let live.
Who is your God?
Because,
Mine is forgiving.
Please,
Forgive me.
Again and again,
I tried to end the pain,
Insanity speaks to me.
I’m learning
To drown it out,
The whack of the wheels spinning,
My sanity is left spinning.
I do and I do,
To get absolutely nowhere.
Knock, knock,
No one’s there,
Dissociate the demon,
Defiling me,
Let me prevail
And find inner peace.
How when mania continues
To feed the insanity in me?
Depression is lessened,
Didn’t let it destroy me,
Not yet,
Not ever.
Unleash the beast,
Bring out the happiness in me.
Bring out the purity,
Show me faith,
In my higher power,
In myself,
In my sobriety.
I seek forgiveness,
Seek out and expel
The sinner in me.
Manifest glory,
Manifest positivity,
Manifest me.
Make me the better version of me,
Unmask the beauty.
Help me,
Please.
Give my strength purpose,
Show me my worth,
Walk the line with me,
Single me out
And erase my shortcomings.
Come to my side,
Walk beside me,
God.
Show me mercy
In my recovery.
Relapse is no longer an option,
I opt out of relapse city,
Don’t criticize the addict,
Criticize the disease.
Behold,
The glory,
How great it is
That that disease never did
Manage to destroy me.
Thank you God,
For having mercy on me
Through abuse, addiction and insanity.
I thank you on the daily,
You’ve never lost faith in me,
Forgive me for my honesty,
Let me face humility
And humble me.
Hitler
drug addict
some methamphetamines
administered by a new
doctor, Theodore Morell who assured Hitler he would
feel great, not even have the flu the rest of
his life; led by this doctor
he became a drug addict
do drugs lead a person down?
down a trail of doom
surely does
look at Hitler's life
Philosophical statement: " There are many social and ethical issues surrounding the use and abuse of drugs." Copied from the internet don't know the author.
Written: January 30, 2021
Contest: Suzette Prime
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
As I stand a top this bluff
I stare down at the path
That got me here.
At moments it was
Bleak and narrow
And I thought I’d never see the end.
Never say never,
They say.
Because my life came
Full circle.
I had to lose everything,
To feel like I belonged
To something.
I found out
Who I wasn’t.
I longed for home.
That feeling of security
Is something
I missed so dearly.
Words are hard to find
To describe
The woes of that life.
Mistakes litter my path,
I overcame feelings of guilt
That I thought would most definitely kill me.
I had to accept myself for who I was,
Not who I wanted myself to be.
I had to really get lost
To be found.
I achieved self discovery
Through the trenches of addiction,
Life taught me some lessons
Through all of the tension.
Forgive me for my hesitation,
I was battling myself
And my afflictions.
I was too stuck in depression
To see the wrongfulness of
My convictions.
The truth is,
The heartbreaks in between then and now,
Were stepping stones
That lead right back the the steps of my once house.
I had to learn who I was not,
What life wasn’t meant to be
To really see the destiny that
Had always
Awaited me.
It was sitting,
Idly,
Waiting for me.
They could have carried me,
I wish I would have listened then,
But my ears were full of cotton
And I was hell bound.
There was no stopping the demon
From running to hands that fed my addiction,
They may as well have left me for dead.
There were no hand ups from that hell,
Because in the end
They all left me
Bettered,
Bruised
And withdrawling.
It was me who chose to stand myself
Back up
And keep fighting
The good fight.
In the end,
It was my family who welcomed me back.
It was like walking through heavens
Pearly gates
When I first stepped foot
Back home.
It washed over me
Like holy water
I received it,
Lovingly.
Words can’t describe
How warm and safe I felt.
Through all of the bad days,
The good,
And those in between,
I finally found myself again.
Now when I look in the mirror
I see her,
I feel like her,
She is me
Once more
I’m finally free.
Bits and pieces of your heart and soul
bits and pieces, fillet and sautéed
for the sad amusement of cruel men with mindless erections
Who snicker and grin
as they lay you down on a bed of nails
Naked and anesthetized
for the purpose of insensate insemination
s and feces, from hearts without soul
s and feces, from cruel little boys, masquerading as men,
with pointless erections, who grimace and sin,
As they fornicate and fail
Naked and cautertized from the meaning of erotic sensations
And that is: sweet tender love and kindness
approximating Divineness
Which the sad woman is so longing for
and the little boy is running from
I spaced out.
Walked away,
To find a corner
To collapse in.
Seized out,
Suckered into,
A flashbang of
A flashback.
Collapse into me,
For God’s sake,
Almost didn’t manage to
Safe myself from
The bloodshed.
Take two,
Strike three.
It’s time to recover,
Achieve sobriety
Or face the fact that I’ll become
My own worst enemy.
Institutionalized is no
Place to be,
Rehabs and hospitals confine me.
It’s good to feel safe,
But this place,
These places,
Shouldn’t feel so comforting.
I’m too comfortable,
Stuck in the
Rinse and repeat of
Saving me from me.
Sick and tired of
Being sick and tired,
Sick of selfish time wasted.
Hurry up and wait.
What for?
Wallowing in a medicated insanity.
Doing the same things
Over and over,
Again and again.
I can’t let that define me.
Am I helpless?
No.
Make time,
Don’t fall into
The mindset of the many.
Manifest my own mortality,
Unmask me.
I was put onto this earth,
To do more than
Lead by example.
Held back by fear,
I’m more than a failure.
I’m not doomed to die just shy
Of success.
I’m afraid to succeed.
Why is change so scary?
It’s a shame
To watch the cycle of,
Stress, distress
And remain depressed.
It’s sad to see myself
Settle for less,
When I should set sail.
Who wants to ride
This wave with me?
Got to make it
Through the storm,
To sail,
To prevail,
To find inner peace.
Inner peace is
In the eye of the beholder.
I’ve found peace within sobriety,
Behold,
The rebirth of me.
I surrender to a life in recovery.
My sobriety is worth more
That sleepless nights
And senseless conversations.
There are days
When all I wanted to do
Was to collapse into bed.
My recovery is a tender seed,
I must nurture it
To see it grow.
Once I tap into my
Inner strength
Then I’ll see it grow.
Open the window to my soul,
Let’s see the resiliency.
Stubborn?
No,
That’s raw strength.
Lift the fear,
To shoe the real me
That’s underneath.
After so long,
Addicted to anything
I guess something just clicked.
I turned to God
And made an offering.
Faith for forgiveness,
To regenerate my soul.