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The Powers Of Addiction

This feeling is an uncontrollable urge,
Very soon I'll be ranting and raving,
On my body and mind it is truly a scourge,
I must score to get rid of my craving.

It's okay to drink it's fine to smoke,
Though it kills more than my illegal drugs,
While your liver fails and your black lungs choke,
It's not just us Junkies who are mugs.

Addicts are not those down and out scum,
Society just loves to portray,
They can be rich and famous yes clever not dumb,
Does that make their addiction okay.

When I look at my own reflection,
The ravages of drugs I don't see,
I still look at myself with affection,
Deep inside that skeleton is me.

I've disgraced my Father and Mother,
Yes I'm disgusted at the life I am living,
But my guilt I can easily smother,
I use those who are always forgiving.

They supply me with clothing and with food,
My needles I am given for free,
My benefits can go on my fix now that's good,
If only the blind could see.

They believe they're providing assistance,
When in fact our problems they compound,
When required we'll put up resistance,
Those tactics will always confound.

To get high I will beg steal or borrow,
As for shame I no longer care,
Regardless I no longer feel sorrow,
When I fall down I know they'll be there.

You spend millions trying to help us all,
But the majority don't want to be cured,
While on our drugs we are having a ball,
Of that you can rest assured.

The question in reality this poses,
Is why do so few of us finish with drugs,
If they woke up and smelled the roses,
They would know we treat them as mugs.

By pandering to us our addictions they feed,
That's a subject they don't like us to mention,
When alls said and done it's our fix we need,
Cessation was never our intention.

They even give us a temporary fix,
Some methadone to see us through,
It does till we get our stronger kicks,
Though long term it's a decision you'll rue.

Would you give booze to an alcoholic?
I very much doubt if you would,
Though it allows them some fun and frolic,
It certainly won't do them any good.

So why do you feed us a drug that kills,
It just doesn't make any sense,
It's akin to taking too many pills,
The decision makers must be all dense.

To get high I will beg steal or borrow,
As for shame well I no longer care,
Regardless I don't feel any sorrow,
When I fall down I know they'll be there.

Every twist and turn I take,
I find there is no way out,
Any decision I attempt to make,
Fills me up with self-doubt.

I'm caught up in a vice like grip,
There is no way I can escape,
I know my dignity this habit will strip,
My existence is so out of shape.

I love the feeling when I'm on a high,
But I detest that road back down,
I feel so depressed I just want to cry,
In self-sympathy I just want to drown.

It's always someone else, who's to blame,
My peers my friends or whoever,
It's never me that's why there's no shame,
As an excuse it's really quite clever.

I know you will say I deserve all I get,
For this is the life I have chosen,
Have you lived a life without any regret?
From society have you ever been frozen?

You may well ask why am I so obtuse,
I'm responsible for my own affliction,
Well I say to you no it's not an excuse,
I've succumbed to,

‘' The Powers Of Addiction ‘'

poem by Bri Mar
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