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Lori Mack Poem
It means that I am no longer loved by that person,
Only hated no matter how hard I try.
I am not even thought of at all by that person.
And that I am expected to take care of everything,
Without any help not even a thank you.
It means if I defend myself in anyway
I will always be wrong,
I will always be the bad guy.
It means I no longer matter
And only exisist for finances or to be stolen from or used.
It means as long as my loved one is on it,
I will be there punching bag.
I'll be degraded, belittled, tore down
And reminded of every mistake I ever made.
Humiliated til there's nothing left of my self esteem...
It means I get to watch my handsome, talented, kind son
Turn into a monster at times.
And it means I have to watch him wilt,
While it slowly kills him,
And eventually he will die.
Heroin is a cold, deceivng, serial killer.
First killing your heart,
Making you dead inside.
Yes many physically die,
But the greatest loss
Is how it kills your conscience,
Your morals, your values, your common sense.
And breaks down everyone around you.
Til they are dead inside too.
This is how heroin has effected me.
I truly believe that heroin is satan himself.
And It feels like God is just standing by,
Watching us like we are etertainment,
Doing nothing to stop it.
Not even batting an eye....
L. Mack
12/16/2020
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Heroin does that to you...
Phone rings,
It's 1 a.m.
Private number.
I know what that means.
"Hello" I say.
His voice is shakey,
He chokes out the words.
"Mom, I just got arrested,
I'm going to jail."
I took a deep breath,
Giving me time to think
Of the right words to say.
"Ok, I love you.
Don't forget to tell them
That your gonna be sick."
Heroin does that to you...
"Mom, I should of listened to you.
I'm sorry.
Next time I will."
How many next times,
Thinking to myself.
I can't count how many times he's been arrested,
And sent to juvie or jail.
We both knew this time it would be prison.
Heroin does that to you...
"That's what you said last time.
But you just keep running back to it.
I know your sorry.
No matter what,
I will always love you.
I am holding you right now baby boy."
He cries even harder.
"Mom I'm scared of getting sick.
I really want a cigarette."
21 years old but he sounds like a 3 year old,
With a high pitched whine.
Heroin does that to you...
Last time I saw him he looked 35
And probably only weighed 110.
Arms scarred with needle marks
Infected sores throughout his body.
Smelled of sweat and dumpsters
Where he had been digging for food.
I barely recognized him.
Where had my son gone?
He couldn't look me in the eye.
Heroin does that to you...
L. Mack
6/17/18
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Lori Mack Poem
Warrior Within
I met childhood cancer face to face.
This disease gives no grace.
Although it tried with all its might,
It could not dim this beauty's light.
God stamped her with a trademark grin,
That draws many in to be her friend.
Spunky, ornery, and oh so very sweet,
To watch her was quite a treat.
Her soul is much wiser then her mine.
Her eyes reassure me everything will be fine.
There's a brave warrior within,
This battle she and God will win.
L. Mack
9/18/18
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Lori Mack Poem
My mini me middle child
Handsome, strong willed and brave is my middle child.
He doesn't understand how much he means to me.
He is my bright and bold beacon light.
He is the breath in my lungs.
It's remarkable how much he is like me.
A repeat rebellious, determed, wild me. Stubborn, ornery, smart.
A fighter, survivor, problem solver.
Yup that's him but it is also me.
My mini me middle child. ??
L. Mack
10/18/18
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Lori Mack Poem
Miss Conceal
Miss Conceal
A Poem by Lori Mack
Miss Conceal
I do everything not to feel.
This weight is way too real.
Too much I can't reveal.
Just call me Miss Conceal.
You may have seen me sitting quietly,
Or you may have seen me flash violently.
Most times I'm kind, soft spoken and sweet.
Others I'm searching for someone to defeat.
My love for family and friends,
Runs deep and it never ends.
If you hurt them I'm ready to fight.
You'll be my prey I'll hunt you all night.
I'm just as nice as I can be.
My smile I wear for all too see.
I do everything not to feel.
This weight is way too real.
Too much I can't reveal.
Just call me Miss Conceal.
Control is what I crave.
It's best if you behave.
Take my advice for your sake.
No one wants this demon to wake.
If you need help I'll lend a hand.
Hard times and struggles I understand.
I'll give you the shirt off my back,
Help you get your life back on track.
Take me for granted and you'll see,
How dark, cold and demented I can be.
I do everything not to feel.
This weight is way too real.
Too much I can't reveal.
Just call me Miss Conceal.
L. Mack
9/24/18
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Lori Mack Poem
Still...
To be still with myself.
This i avoid.
It's uncomfortable just yet,
To be still with myself.
Too many thoughts in my head,
For me to untwist and untangle.
Too many memories.
I dont want to live over again.
Too many heartaches unfed.
Too many failures and mistakes,
That can never be earsed.
These i can not unbreak,
And i do not face.
Why be still and reflect on these pains?
It doesnt make them change.
Still is just not me.
That i can not be.
Busy I'll continue to be
Until there is nothing left
But still...
Then i will be still.
Lori L. Mack
10/28/2015
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Just for a moment
My son sleeps peacefully.
I see my sweet heroic lil boy.
He used to have so much love for me.
Just for a moment
I feel whole again and can breath.
Letting myself drift to happier days.
I was so proud to call him my son.
Just for a moment
Im happy, content and filled with joy
I live for these precious moments.
They are why I keep going
It's where I find my drive.
Just for a moment
I get a break from the horrific reality
That my son, my precious baby
Is dying slowly everyday
Just fading away.
Lori Mack
12/28/2020
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