Addiction Poem

This poem is mostly about making good choices and of course, bad choices. Sometimes, you can't go back and make a good choice and it seals your fate. I have had a problem with alcohol and drug addiction most of my life and some choices I have made I regret deeply. I see this addiction in people that I love so much and wish I could change something - anything - and make a softer landing for them, but I can't. The choices are ours and of course, fate's.

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He walked with a demon who had him hooked. This angel of darkness had his soul shook. He left out the door without a goodbye. His heart broken mother feared he would die. He walked into...

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Detour

Lisa A. Bryant ©

Published by Family Friend Poems December 2011 with permission of the Author.

The road said, "Detour," and without hesitation, she went straight ahead.
In hindsight, she wished she would have listened to what the Good Book had said. 
But don't do that and do this had no appeal,
There was no awakening, nothing was for real.   

She once had a life, a future full of hope,
Now after her great sleep, she can barely cope.
Self-destruction made its way into another's life,
Hardening the heart and adding to strife.

Awake! Awake her young heart might have said,
But it seemed too hard, and her conscience was dead.   
Redemption could have come, but was it too late,
Life behind a steel cage, self-destruction sealed her fate. 

Can't look in the mirror or see what you saw,
Only a vision of what could have been, half but not all.
Fate, are you laughing at the one road that could have been?
There was no choice. Detour was the end.

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  • Judson T. by Judson T.
  • 8 years ago

He walked with a demon who had him hooked. This angel of darkness had his soul shook. He left out the door without a goodbye. His heart broken mother feared he would die. He walked into alleys he laid with strangers. He needed that demon. He lived for his danger. His power was weak. His heart was lost. For what? Was a wonder, and at what cost?He left the demon he ran so fast. His head in a fog, and fragile like glass.The demon arrived to the child he plagued. His plan of destruction was clearly at play. Suddenly there came a sound of a cry that stopped this demon from all he had tried. He heard a cry a sobbing sound. The child once lost now is found. The demon that once fed him poisonous nectar was facing a power of something much better..This prayer ran through his deadly addiction, like the sharpest blade in a Japanese kitchen..He stood with pride and bloomed like a flower..Facing that demon with a higher power.

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