Poetry, Writing, Writing Ideas

The Lesson

Last week I posted one of my poems about the topic of drugs. I think I’ll keep with that topic this week. Last week’s poem was a little disheartening, but this one isn’t. I hope you enjoy it. As always, this is my work. If you desire to use it for anything, give credit please.

Syringe needle with a drop at the endThe Lesson

Because of you,

I have seen the degrading world of drugs.

Because of you,

I can recognize the sweet rotting smell (or metallic smell) of a meth addict.

Because of you,

I know the all-consuming thoughts of putting something else first.

Because of you,

I took off the rose-colored glasses in order to better see the lies.

Because of you,

I learned to hope for the first time.

Because of you,

I have also experienced the biggest sense of failure I have ever known.

Because of you,

I carried the burden of a broken heart.

Because of you,

I have learned to love myself as much as you hate yourself.

Because of you… and your addiction,

I am a better person today.

Because of you… and your addiction,

I learned to let you go.

Because of you… and your addiction,

I later met and married the man of my dreams.

 

Poetry, Writing

Just One More Time… That’s All

I wrote this in December of 2008. It’s pretty obvious it’s about drug use, but I really think it could be about any type of addiction. On a funny note (because the poem is not funny at all), the only reason I even remembered having written it was because my Shih Tzu Zeus will not stop licking this one spot on his hind leg. I literally told him, “Zeus! Stop it! I know it’s an addiction, buddy, but this has to stop before you go bald.” Yes, I talk to my dogs. I was getting ready to post to this blog as I said it. Then it hit me that I had written several poems about addiction. Obviously, they’re much darker than my little dog licking his hind leg. I hope you enjoy. Please remember to credit me if you choose to use any of my work.

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That’s all.

It’s not like I’m

Addicted.

 

I know I told her

I’d quit.

That I chose her

Over It.

And I have chosen

Her.

But it’s

Just One More Time…

That’s all.

It’s not like I’m

Addicted.

 

I know she doesn’t likeDrug abuse

The Stuff.

I know it goes against

Her morals.

She was raised

Differently

Than I was.

It’s just a party thing.

But it’s

Just One More Time…

That’s all.

It’s not like I’m

Addicted.

 

I know I have bills

To pay.

I know I hang out with

The wrong people.

I know I made

Promises

That I’ve broken.

But it’s

Just One More Time…

That’s all.

It’s not like I’m

Addicted.

 

Syringe needle with a drop at the endShe knows

I lie.

Yet I still do it.

She knows

I use.

Yet I still do it.

She knows

I’ve broken my promises.

Yet I still do it.

She knows

That I can’t quit.

Yet I still do it.

She knows

That I’m killing myself.

Yet I still do it.

She knows

She’ll have to let me go.

Yet I still do it.

Just One More Time…

That’s all.