Long Relapse Poems
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Building castles within my own confinement
only to be hit with the harshest of realities
& replaying what it means to be broken, to heal, and relapse
over and over again.
Numbing the weight of so many life choices
Drowning out screams from all different voices.
Lord please me show me your grace.
Seeing myself in the mirror
I'd rather not show my face.
My self esteem crumbled
Self-worth turned to dust
I'm suffering due to a lack of self love
And unwillingness to trust
Feeling as if my body left me unhealed
without my soul intact
Praying I could right the wrongs
that haunt me from my past
afraid of what appears impossible
A daunting peak.. still within my grasp
Have to take that leap of faith
to start me on the path
Dear Lord I pray you break these chains that refuse to set me free
bound from years and years of pain.
Most of which have remained unseen
Let me feel your light my Lord
The warmth shine on my face
I need to feel your selfless love
I need your warm embrace.
The thought of this battle
it heightens all senses of "fight or flight"
I'm writing this in hopes to from now until forever
Guide me into your light.
Every day there was a lot
Of suitors to steal her heart
But she locked it tightly in
Until she could once again
Trust someone enough to let
Them in her soul that wont forget
The pain torture and cruel acts
There was no way to bounce back
From the visions that will haunt
Dig inside, take hold and taunt
Till she broke down and just snapped
She did not want to relapse
Falling into devils arms
Luring her with deadly charms
That will end in hurt and sorrow
And more sadness for tomorrow
Many men have tried to break
These chains caused by her heartache
No one could ever get through
Until the day she spotted you
With the same look she has worn
Ever since her heart was torn
She could see the same torment
And another love dormant
Feeling the chains on her heart
Start to crumble all apart
As she sat and said hello
Lightness covered the shadow
That was dark and full of fear
Now their worlds all bright and clear
The only chains are now of cheer
That connects them everywhere
Link by link they are building
A love that is true and willing
To never live once again
In the hell their hearts were in
Robin Davis
Romantic category
I needed, craved, and desired you very much;
I loved the feel of you going down,
Over the years, you were a constant crutch.
With you, I loved to paint the town.
You gave me the courage to speak my mind,
With you, I could escape my harsh reality.
I thought you were real and one of a kind,
But you were an illusion, your specialty.
Why didn't you tell me that you were a fake?
And your whole purpose was to rob and take.
You took my health, family, and my job,
I was left by myself just to sit and sob.
I turned to you because I was hurt and in much pain,
All I wanted was shelter from the pouring rain.
You are no longer a friend in my corner,
If you stayed, I would be visiting the coroner.
Although I am free of your vices today
I struggle, and I am only one DRINK away……..
From RELAPSE and I value my SOBRIETY,
it happens to be a top priority.
I trust in God every day that I don't slip
back into my ADDICTION,
But it is going to take prayer, 12 steps,
a support system, and dedication.
12-22-2020
Contest: Addiction
Sponsor: Rob Levasseur
N/A
Submitted to be N/A 2020
Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 3rd
They say you can change
Overnight
With a snap of your fingers
I’d be lying if I said I believed that
They said your emotions
Can rise and fall like you’re in a non-stop
Roller coaster
The doctors tell some of us to take pills to feel human
Yet I’d relapse faster than
Feel any change at all
There’s a constant war and struggle
In my head and mind
Trying to forget my past
And focus on the future
But I happen to zone out
Every time
Am I Prometheus
Chained to all the burdens in life
Unable to unwind and look
To the bright side
Even if there isn’t one
Will I be Icarus
Falling to my death
With only a few who’d care about me
While the rest have turned their
Backs on me
Wouldn’t it be better
To be able to hibernate like a bear
Going unwatched, unnoticed
As life slowly drifts on
Haven’t you ever been asked
Who are you
And you just don’t know
What to reply
Because
You haven’t found your purpose
In life
Like I haven’t found mine
Either
Maybe I ought to take those pills
And see if I stopped fighting
See if I could relapse
And be where I wanna be
now i have been forgotten
sun goes also deep sleep
not to be remembered
you speak to me and i can't
hear you
why does this feel so comfortable
stuck in the dark so pitiful
fleeting thoughts never stop
i'm still alone , in this mind
as i walk this lonely road
starry eyed girls swing their wings
beckoning me to come and join them
washed in the pale light of night
the resistance is against the sun too
blocked by no thought instant drama
wasted hours , cemetery relapse
all comes from the dead
forever longing of the morning
even if a storm comes it would
be a change
frightened and isolated in this train
of thought
believing if i could fly i would
so nothing matters on this side of day
good by to night is what i say
(A tired voice whispers)
It was 3 years ago that I first saw it in my long mirror.
A black dog watching in the shadows.
Then 6 months later, in full view but at a distance. Watching.
Now four years later, it's my best friend.
He follows me everywhere. Sleeps beside me, and lately I can hear him talking.
Talking about my father and about his end.
I went to see Old Shala, and she read my aura and said I was being stalked by a Lylak.
She asked if I had lost anyone. I said my wife, and she said depression had opened a portal, and it had gotten closer and closer.
So with her permission we had a ceremony. Candles, incantations, and incense.
Looking in her long mirror, I sensed and watched my only friend leave my side with sad heavy eyes, and slowly move away to the shadows.
When it was in the shadows, the mirror was suddenly broken, trapping it, and another thing happened, which I cannot say to this day.
I paid and left.
Now back alone.
I still see its red eyes in the dark.
Everywhere in my now empty home
Shall I call it out?
That old friend of mine or ring up my real friends?
(C) Copyright John Duffy
This poem is about:
Grief after losing a spouse.
Depression becoming identity.
The danger of romanticizing pain.
The loneliness that follows healing.
It does not glorify the darkness—it shows how seductive and persistent it can be.
The voice is reflective, aware, and conflicted. That self-awareness is what separates this from despair and turns it into literature.
For depression doesn’t vanish cleanly. Even after treatment or ritual:
Traces remain.
Fear of relapse lingers.
Familiar pain still “looks back” at you.
If you're feeling depressed, talk to someone. It will make all the difference. Try never to face anything alone. Salute.
Lock ruby ridden doors for roach ridden floors bleed without grace
Roused rounded wounds throughout nightly escapes
And gaping fields of endless escapades
And gaping seas my moses blade has wrenched to dictate.
Pace rotting church floors, so I merry-may await god to knock upon my door alike a loving mother
His guilty spires to sing and relapse my sorrows
Eviscerate rusted razors to lacerate a clean slate.
And in the roar of rain and reign of vines
That pin and pay homage to this chime of final time
To frou-frou odes oozing scarlet against saccharine skin
And touch and go chortles chilling curve brow'd kin
To Cupid bow'd lips agape with cherry tipped spit
Ribbed'n red ribbons t'reach 'round rust ridden gates to 6ft city scapes
Lay'n low below poppy pinned limbs
Lifeless Carcasses drowning in ailed acrid hailing wails,
Limestone limbs aground with grave grown pests, quilled acid arms armed with bitten black mitts
Askewed pinching pincers ripp'd the petty sinner's wings, now
Falling as fallen fallacies face fickle teenage fantasies
Falling as to fall affronted towards
Mother-made dishonor doused among sickly star shine,
Clutching contorted flesh wrung of blackened regret
hung 'pon the sinful spine of east borne wind where the church resides.
Mine spires spindle star swept sereneties
To cloth mine carcass
From candid claws, in a rust ridden razor haze
O' Lacerate and Eviscerate this crass phase.
Perhaps if I were to,
Rebate the mirror that faces the sinner's face,
Would I face the same fate?
3//8//2025
Time on my mind
So much left behind
Life stuck in rewind
Doing my best
Trying pass life's test
As I bumble my way
Through each day
Learning as I go
Because I wish to know
If it was even worth the battle
My bones now rattle
The bodies way to tattle
Of choices wrongly made
Hoping to make the grade
Nothing was ever meant to last
Time starts moving so fast
Life's a blast
Sad
Glad
Mad
Different aspects of one emotion
Depends on the notion
The eye
Never sees a lie
But the heart
Falls apart
Always seeking a new start
But wants it to begin the same way
Wake up it is the same day
Find something new to say
The rose
Seeks a nose
So you pluck it up to die
Take a moment to cry
Beauty wasted
It's gift you tasted
Then tossed aside
It's beauty it couldn't hide
Worlds collide
So much left to say
Just not today
Mind resting
Failing all the testing
Words running loose
Which words to choose
Which to let go
Just to grow
You never know
All these words I find
Floating around in my mind
My crazy mayhaps
I'll take a relapse
Reality I try to grasp a hold
But it always starts to fold
So I have been told
Wasting time
In some rhyme
It doesn't cost a dime
Playing with some word
Never to be heard
Almost always, as additional allurements arrive, ask as a Being...
By better borne behests become best Causes ?
Can causes create concise concepts Diligently ?
Do doers do decidedly dumb doldrums Ever ?
Each eek echoes egotistical efforts enduring Familiarity...
Faith fathers forgiveness for flaunting fabled Gifts.
Gasps give great grief, growing gruesome Hatreds...
Hasn't humanity had hurt hearts hung Innocently ?
Is insistence in increasing irritation inevitably incongruous Justice ?
Jimson jars...jitters...joggles...jolts...just jocose jurisprudence' Knell.
Kerfuffle kin, kickshaw kept ken, kindly knaves kneading Lamentations...
Leaving love's loaves, lordly lotharios, looking like lowlifes Made.
Marking more madmen mere moronic monsters meting mayhem Nearby.
Now, not never, nab needed nerves, nurture nasturtium near Openness !
Once only one, ordained our ostracism, outrage outdone on overwrought Plight.
Perhaps pride precludes passable patience, posing portentous prolapse Quickly !
Quiet quandaries, quarrelsome qualms, quivering quixotic quirks Resplendent...
Reaching relapse, revolving recidivism, reconstructed reflective reform Seen !
Searching secretive states, seemingly simple, sincere serenity sought Through...
Tender tears, touching together to total tympanic transformation Unjust.
Unique union...unimportant, unbending, unpopular, unless universal Veracity !
Verbose verbalism, vertical vignettes verify vital victory Won.
When written with wit...watershed words work wonderful Xerography !
Xyloid xylography, xeroxed xeno X, Yet...
Yesterday's youth, yowled yummy young yips Zanily !
Zeitgeist, zombie zealots zapping zonked zingers...Away !!
This a story of Lisa
she was born In south of Nigeria
Papa was a young dealer
her mama was high of Santa Maria.
Daddy said go to church everyday
But the pastor was tryne get in her.
Put his tongue in her mouth
When she told her dad He slapped her “Lisa”
Dumb girl Don’t be lying here
She was dumbfound like mama
They called the family pastor started deliverance on her matter
Took her back to the church and they left her home alone with that pastor
20 abortions later she was filled with hate for her father.
Crying to God on her knees everyday
and she looking for a single answer
Only silence came Took her bags and ran
Then she ended in the house of a gangster
So wait
They Told her she beautiful
They Told her she really cool
They Told her to take clothes off
Let them photograph nudes
Flashlight on journey to ****
Heroin coke and the Molly she’s done
Drowning in darkness Drowning in darkness
There’s no light at the end of the tunnel
How many nights unpaid
How many nights of sex
How many nights of rape.
She looks at the sextape and cries out
This for my sisters that been abused and live sad
Stuck with a memory of the past so they relapse
This for my sisters that need God but feel bad
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel so don’t give up
Lisa became the biggest pornstar at 24
Fast money Fast Life
lying on her pretty fours
No shame white eyes daddy’s girl was living raw
Since he didn’t play his role attention was her daddy now
The comment section and the million followers got needier
She learnt this love ain’t real cos all they wanted was that nastier
Gangbang threesomes she’s breaking every mirror
She gained the world and lost her soul the drug abuse was deadlier
overdose and found herself lying in a hospital
A picture on the wall says “God loves you” and she’s crying out
“Why did you leave me,” She wept
“Why didn’t you help me, you left”
She felt a hand on her shoulder and a soft voice say
“Forgiveness was the answer
Forgive your past first Forgive yourself next
Pain is a guest That becomes entitled
when you let it stay longer through shame and regret”