Would you go to bed
with one who mucked with your head;
who spent all your wealth;
who stuffed up your health?
Would you let them stay
when they must always have their own way;
if they turned all your friends away
not thinking they could lead you astray!
Would you invite them in
knowing they could lead to life in the bin?
How would you feel
if you fell in love with steel?
A needle in your arm
Forever hearing harm
Child neglected
Liver infected
Steal from your own mother
alienated from brother
The white seductress can do this
give poly-drug also the big miss!
Why escape from life
it can only bring strife
face stark reality
Get out in a rush
for once you know too much
they will overdose you as such!
13.07.2005
dedicated to J and B who got clean
and all those who were ‘overdosed’
with another poem about addiction
Beautifully done Kate, a tremendous topic that needs much awareness!
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Ouch. Hits the heart for sure. I hear your heart touched by so many. Great writing.
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Memories and work, a gritty poem of truth
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Your poem is excellent
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It’s like feeling the piercing of a needle. Great
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Too emotional Kate.. so thoughtful poem👍
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Powerful and important message, Kate! ‘Tis a great sadness I have felt when I’ve watched (and tried to help) too many people who have become addicted to drugs. 😦
On the positive side, I had a family member and two friends who have all been clean and sober over 35 years now. 🙂
(((HUGS)))
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oh yes once they turn it around they are truely amazing … it’s like that intense suffering gave them deeper understanding 🙂
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I can only imagine the horror of living with this kind of people…
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or being one … they don’t like themselves either but they just can’t stop it!
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Really sad and such people who stay with them must be going thru hell, Kate and yes they can do anything just to have drugs. A very thought provoking poem, Kate. Too good.
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thanks so much Kamal you are always so kind and supportive 🙂
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Your words always stir Kate. If only those who need to, would read your words!
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I’m guessing a few might send these poems to those who need to read them … will they impact, doubtful as it’s hard to beat 😦
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You never know…I am always hopeful.
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I have a dear friend who had just got out of the hospital a couple of weeks ago and the day after discovered her husband, who has had an addiction to crack, had cleaned out her bank account with her newest social security check. I will not visit her with my pocketbook on me. She says he is the only person she can depend on to care for her, as she has alienated other family members by not leaving him. I need to send her your post.
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yes it’s never a real good outcome although joyfully I have met a few who got off it totally but it did take a lot of hard work …
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I love the term “White Seductress” – A powerful poem Kate 🙂
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a term I sadly know from early teens as she was present in our classrooms 😦
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Oh how sad. I did n notice your shout out to a couple of friends in your poem. Good for them 💕
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friends kids I helped with the process, such a privilege when they trust you!
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Wow, so much emotion in your words. Amazing poetry. I love the fire in your heart.
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thanks Helene … I’ve worked with so many of these people it tears your heart out 😦
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There is nothing worse than addictions.
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yes they damage so many …
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