Addiction Poem

Addiction And Confirming

I've lost more than most people would hope to gain. I have many regrets, I'm working on forgiveness of myself. I never wanted to be an addict, I just didn't want to hurt. I don't know if the blemishes on my soul could ever come clean. Maybe that's the reminder I need to keep pushing forward. 22 years of addition, I'm tired. I'm clean, When death finds me I hope it forgives me for the thousands of time I cheated it, and doesn't make me suffer. We can only hope... In the end that's all we have...

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Forsaken

Daniel L. Herr ©

Published by Family Friend Poems March 10, 2025 with permission of the Author.

I am a father to none, a son to no one,
But a brother with scars on his arms,
Disillusioned spells of reasoning moments,
Somehow laced with a touch of charm.
A fight you will say, a war I will get,
Lead me from this promised land,
Touching on a sarcasm, withering in your embrace,
I'll pray with my opened hand.
Scream to me your words of wisdom,
Vocally abusing all that I could hear,
Your failed attempt to falsely motivate,
Empty words falling on deaf ears.
Seize this moment and watch them gather,
I have two blind eyes given to me,
Orchestrate this ballet, dancing in the dark,
Poetry in motion, only I am willing to see.
Their gallows shimmer in the moons light,
The witches are burning at the stake,
Bring your tired, your lost, your broken,
All guilty lives to those you forsake.
I throw stones in a glass house that won't shatter,
Skeletons in the closet are beating on my door,
The key has been broken off in the lock,
Thoughts that don't work anymore.
I roam in the realm of my memories,
Spiderwebs hang like dreamcatchers in my head,
Another life I once owned is gone,
The monster is calling from under my bed.
My spirit runs like a wild stallion,
I live in the bomb shelter of my mind,
Breaking toothpicks with sledgehammers,
I have left this world far behind.
The shepherd has turned his flock away,
Place your head in the guillotine and sleep,
I will not conform, I will not listen,
I am not one of your obedient sheep.
Surgically remove this life with a dull axe,
And chisel away at my loving desire,
Scars are like faded tattoos on my heart,
Where tears flow into the lake of fire.
I drowned my sorrows in the muddy river,
Even God could never wash these sins away,
Reflections cast a darkened hollow image,
Painting all the mirrors, blackened with dismay.
Winds that whisper empty prayers unanswered,
Somewhere the weeping willows blow,
This unnecessary self sacrifice I claim,
I sold my soul so long ago.
I had the world before my feet,
Now I bow beaten, broken and lost,
I sent my dreams adrift, just cast away,
If only I knew the price it would cost.
The hands of time have held me down,
I am a fool for the things I have done,
To give back all the moments I stole,
Lives that I shattered, could I save just one?
What would of should of will never be,
The lines we cross never to return,
Is this the life I was meant to live?
Are these the lessons I was forced to learn?
I wish I could erase all that I know,
To be deaf, to be blind, to be dumb,
And close out this world around me,
Living with this life uncomfortably numb.

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