Robbed
poem by:
Ari J
Written
on Mar 22, 2016
Killing me physically and emotionally draining. I'm left hooked hurting and robbed from everything that I ever loved. Lost in my own world of delusion not many can understand. Read my own personal journey into a death like land. I take my arm and inject. A rush I seem love but hate. makes things that mattered most go away. No clothes on my back or food on my child's plate. just paper bills i ignore and throw away. Anything I can find I will sell. This poison robs me of my dignity soul, and life as well. I feel my body crying for help yet I'm not ready to stop although my life line mirrors a fast ticking clock. Scarred the minds of my family for my selfish ways. Left my baby girl with strangers most cold winter days. while I was out selling my body to pay my ways. paper notes that turn my dark long nights into bearable days. Police in and out my house typical drug raids. Cheekbones drawn, face gone grey. body so fragile one touch could break. lungs so filled my chest could give way. Just last week my little girl got taken away. But it's fuel time now so that's a worry for another day. The only thing that matters is keeping my shakes away. people tell me the emotional damage I've done but into one ear and out the other it's quickly gone. A few years pass and I have no one that's when I realise my little girl should've been number 1. Sorry I didn't fight for you it Was probably for the best, this was no life for an innocent child not even a dog at best.
Tags: sad, deep, pain, dark, fear,
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Charde' Ridgeway commented:
I can relate to this , great poem
Ari J
commented:
Thank you so much it means a lot:) it was my first attempt of writing and I think I may continue xx
Christopher Russon
commented:
Lovely poem.heartfelt.you must keep writing.
Sorry I missed this one.oversight.it happens.
commented:
Very disturbing read.....mission accomplished.
Shanta
commented:
" Th devil...the prowde spirite...cannot endure to be mocked."
Thomas More
Ja Ja
commented:
I can only express sadness at this torturous addiction and hope that this poetry comes from your mind and not your life.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
......and the moral of the poem is simple......STAY AWAY!!!.....FROM DRUGS!!!.......repeat 100 times.....
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Jan 23, 2018 at 2:36am
KEEP IT UP I SEARCH YOUR POEM VERY GOOD
Ari J
commented on Jan 28, 2018 at 10:25am
Thank you all x
