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Heroin Addiction Poems

Posted by Sara Niemiec on Sep 20, 2017 10:00:00 AM

Individual sitting outside in the changing weather understanding they may need to change with the addition of inpatient rehab. Read poems about heorin addiction

Addiction can be a gruesome and controlling problem within ones life. Sometimes taking a step back and focusing our emotions into one channel is a calming form of venting that is beneficial. The release of stressful and painful emotions can lead to a better understanding of the feelings themselves. One way to release emotional tension is through the writting & reading of poetry. Two authors, Mark Langford and Dawn Reif understand the concept of letting emotions flow onto paper. Writing in general is a great technique to understand and release feelings and desires within an individual undergoing drug and rehab treatment. 

Check out Heorin Addiction Poems. 

Poem Written by Mark Langford:

I thought I found the answer when I found drink and drugs, it took away the pain it took away the dark. I never felt alone I had a friend for life one that would not argue and cause me trouble and strife.

This went on for years my friend and me we ruled we thought that we had everything we felt ten feet tall.

Then one day I snapped I ended on my back my friend had all but left me an enemy on the attack .

I carried on using abusing my so called friend I was in the dark waiting for it to end, the pain was there to remind me that I was alone,my friend was not my friend he it was a mighty foe.

It took me past the edge where normally you find peace all I felt was suffering I was overcome buy grief, please someone help i stuck I'm all alone the fear is all around me the pain I now call home.

Then one sunny morning on May the 1st I recall, I was sitting down starring at my wall, I started to wonder why- my wall it touched the sky, i believed I could climb it i wanted to know why.

With a heavy heart I gave it all I could,I started moving forward like they said I would, I started climbing slowly untill I found my feet, I was meeting new people they where happy for me. I walked into a meeting and shared all that I could a story of survival a story from my heart.

Recovery is a journey one full of friends and hope we share our storries wisely to give others hope, addiction is a killer one that kills the soul, recovery is the answer it helps you to be strong and bold.

 

Man sitting with a sad expression pondering his future, potentially the need for drug or alcohol rehab. 

 

Poem written By: Dawn Reif

I walk down a path hearing the birds twitter their cute little song, and smell the scent of a newly bloomed lilac bush. The sky is a bright blue and kids are playing in the distance. My love is holding my hand as we approach his friend's house. He wants to get me a gift that would make our newly found intimacy complete. He knocks on the door and hears a distant "Come in" demanding and forceful, impatient and it frightens me. My new love just squeezes and kisses my lips to reassure me and I enter.

There is a big mirror just inside the door reflecting the sun back outside as if to say, "Sun and beauty, you are not welcome here". As my new love leads me further into this "house" I question where I am. For it seems like I am trespassing, somewhere I should not be, somewhere that was forbidden for me. These feelings push me forward and also tell my mind to flee. I scream with fear inside my head not knowing what I will find here.

The floor is covered in glass and debris, bare of furniture except for a very stained and torn couch. The darkness makes the ugliness sort of like a haze in which my mind can not make out and it is sort of hypnotizing. Swirls of smoke are everywhere like little aspirations or spirits who've been here but never wanted to flee, the swirling smoke circles all around me....spirits taking over.... what are they doing.

More people knock and more people enter. I have not seen this "friend" and my new love has gone to another room. The people enter and either sit on the stained couch or stand and mingle and wait. I am standing as if my feet were stuck in drying cement unable to make out what I think of this place.

Along comes a pit bull named Hucka and he goes from Guest to guest as if assessing their needs and feeling out the ones that are trust worthy or need to leave. He comes to a big burly guy full of muscles looking to keep up his status of a tough guy he gives Hucka a playful little sneer. A lady reaches out her hand almost pleading for his love... she is here lonely and sad. I am still wondering why I am here.

Some cheerful guy comes in and offers refreshments telling us he is in charge of the upkeep of this place. Where he kept it up I have no idea. My new love comes back with a small radio and his guitar his "Friend" enters and I could not believe my eyes and this sense of pity ran through me as I think I am seeing a walking corpse just barely alive.

At first, this "friend" is speaking of paranoia "oh man they want to shut me down" as if this were his factory, his livelihood his shop and what he peddles I have not yet known. My love hands him the guitar and he strums out what he thinks will be the newest best tune and the others are encouraging him to carry on. I've seen this pose before on Picoso's very own "Blue" What was supposed to be hair on his head is like dried up hey all curly and dry. His bones are jutting out through his tattered clothes as he strums and pulls, the strings are about to break. My new love grows impatient.

Out comes another guy with the "stuff" a pipe and a rock and they pass it around. I don't do anything for at this time I am shaking my body is building up all of my nerves are tight and I only feel like puking. "It won't be long now honey," my new loves says with a reassuring smile and hands the guy the money and we are off.... This gift my new Honey.... the anxiety and the door shuts and the slam echoes in my heart.....

I made it out of thereā€¦

I picture now a big black ball and the house is shredded to pieces.....

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Topics: Heroin