A somewhat personal poem written through the eyes of an addict. |
Self-medicating upon my waking To merely get through each day One pill at a time Somehow this is now my life No longer able to keep my urges at bay. My sole purpose in this life When I remove this tired, limp body from the bed Is to withstand another day To tolerate all the uncertainties To overcome all the pain that lies ahead. My future bleak My self worth utterly gone Any goals now non-existent What did I do to deserve this? Where did I go wrong? Struggling to find my true identity For the person I now am, I do not know The longer this poison consumes my being The more powerful the monster inside me will grow. My frail body cries out for recuperation Begging for a taste of rejuvenation Painfully screaming for release To only let go of the poisons Would give my weeping body some inner peace. My mission is clear I know what I must overcome Yearning to find the willpower To take back control Any excuse for failure, there can be none. Finding strength within myself Regaining the courgage from within Only time will tell If I am up to the challenge Or if I will continue to give in. |