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Funkyy Monkeyy Poem
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.
Copyright © Funkyy Monkeyy | Year Posted 2024
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Funkyy Monkeyy Poem
I live in a "Methed" up world.
Where the air is thick with smoke,
And the streets are filled with broken dreams.
The smell of chemicals lingers,
As people chase their next high.
Neighbors turn into strangers,
As they disappear into their own highs.
Children grow up too fast,
With parents who are lost in their addiction.
They learn to fend for themselves,
In a world that's full of friction.
Crime rates soar,
As desperation takes over.
Families torn apart,
By this powerful drug that they can't recover.
Homes become labs,
And dealers rule the streets.
Innocent lives are taken,
By this destructive beast.
The government turns a blind eye,
As the epidemic spreads.
Leaving behind a trail of destruction,
And shattered lives in its stead.
I long for a world without "meth",
Where families can heal and thrive.
But until then, I'll continue to live,
In this "methed" up world, barely surviving.
Copyright © Funkyy Monkeyy | Year Posted 2024
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