I Feel Alive
I feel
alive when I want to die.
The drug
enters my veins,
I can
fly.
Heroin
turns life around in the blink
of an
eye.
Steals
your confidence, worth, dreams,
your future.
It’s like
torture.
Everything
I said I’d never do.
Break all
my morals, so do you.
Whenever
you feel like it’s under control,
the voice
says “I’m not done.”
And you’re
screwed.
First
thing on your mind
when you
wake. It’ll have your skin
crawling until
the next hit.
It’ll
turn you insane,
fill you
with pain.
They say
it’s progressive, sometimes fatal.
I don’t
know if I’m strong enough for the battle.
Torrian R.
1 comment:
Torrian,
You may never read this response to your posting, but I still feel the need to say how moved I was at what you wrote. Your poem is very personal, intense, and gripping. The struggle of addiction is hard for the non-addict to understand, but your post shares some of the conflicted emotions - the thrill of the high, yet the terror at the loss of control.
Your words speak an inner strength. I pray that you truly ARE strong enough for the battle.
Jenn
Post a Comment