Addiction Poem about Family

This is about crack. through my eyes and the pain it causes, physical and emotional. The power it has over you and the disgusting, scary aftereffect.

Crackling Rock

© Del Marie Malliaros
It feels so right, what an evil treat.
Hunger pains gnaw yet you cannot eat.
You'll never defeat this hell you've created.
Is it everything you anticipated?
Your happiness faded, your world now black.
Running endeavor forever, you can never go back.

The devil has you and will devour you whole.
Lifeless and pathetic, you've sold your soul.
You can't get out, you can't escape.
Just one hit is all it takes.
Sketching, crashing, uncontrollable shakes.
Delusions, confusion, your heart now breaks.

The sweet taste you'll always crave.
The addiction you'll fight until your grave.
Random rage you can't explain.
Guilt and sadness, forever pain.

Awake for days without sleep.
Inhale the smoke, smooth and deep.
Inhuman pleasure as you release your breath.
That will soon decease and turn to death.
Your tongue goes numb, such a rush.
Tingling touch, your cheeks feel flushed.

Never enough, you need much more.
Panic paranoia, shut and lock the door.
Absorbed to the core and lost in thought.
Laying on the floor waiting to rot.
Sought for help but nobody cares.
Cold and scared, disgusted stares.

You're beginning to look like the rest of them.
Frantically searching for your friend.
Under the couch? Under the table?
Another statistic; another label.

You greedily need
another hit.
One after another, you cannot quit.
A bottomless pit of sorrows and lies.
Consuming your mind, you won't be fine.
Blinded by the crackling rock.
Trapped in a room with an unbreakable lock.

You'll depend on it for happiness.
But the bliss you feel doesn't really exist.

Haunting you in your nightmare dreams.
Open your mouth to release silent screams.
Help me please, take it all away.
Pull me back when I go astray.


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Published: Nov 2008

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  • I think it takes a caring person to sit and write a poem hoping that the person that reads it that it will help them realize that they need help. I printed this poem to send to my kid praying that it will help to open there eyes. And also taking it to places to pin up for others to read. Thanks for reaching out to help by your words.

    carol molihan Submitted Jan 2009

  • this really gives you insight into what a habit entails and what it feels like my bro has a habit and you cant get your head round why at times you hate them and at the same time love them and want to help but your hands are tied thank you

    veronica hunter Submitted Jan 2009

  • Very well said. As a recovering addict myself who has relapsed a few different times, you took me back to what it was like. The mind has an incredible ability to forget, thank you for reminding me of the hell. I pray everyday for another day clean.

    elayne Submitted Jan 2009

  • Wow now that was so intense and oh so true at the same time. Reading those words and thinking back to my addiction it scares me, shocks me, and now relieves me. I am sober, done with all that. Have learned to love myself once again, found who I am as a person, live life and enjoy my day to day experiences rather good bad or indifferent. I learn something new every single day and I couldn't do that while using!!! Thank you for using such realistic words...

    Shannon, Indiania Submitted Sep 2010

  • Wow, you write from the heart, which makes it all the better. Also you talk from experience, you know how the drug feels, and how your body craves it. Your poem really touched me, you should write more poetry. You have that special gift, don't let it go to waste.

    Nezzie, Denver,Colorado Submitted Nov 2010

  • This Poem makes me sad, yet still doesn't help my craving. It only makes me want more.

    Ashley, Michigan. Submitted Mar 2011

  • About two months ago, and after years of seeing my best friend use crack from time to time, I decided to try it and after I tried it I won't lie I started liking it, in the past two months I've used over what is equivalent to $10,000 on crack. I really wanna stop but every time I get paid or get a decent amount of cash all I can think of is buying crack! Love this poem as it takes me through all the feelings and emotions that crack provides me with some good but mostly bad, especially after spending every cent I have, but never actually feeling fulfilled. Or satisfied. I need to stop and quick but will need to loose my bestfriend, if I am to stay clean. Lovely an reflective poem indeed

    Sizwe, South Africa Submitted Jun 2011

  • Wow the poems are so deep and I can relate to them but, ONLY BY THE GRACE OF GOD have I been clean over 4 years from smoking crack but it truly is 1 day @ a x. My Love for the Lord and my family help me get clean and I didn't even have to go back to jail or prison or to a rehab to get clean! Everyone can't shake it like I did but you got to try!

    Darlaj, So. Phx Arizona Submitted Jul 2011

  • I was born to an alcoholic father and a mother who was a problem drinker and dependent on my father for everything. I spent the first 7 years in the middle of their fights, getting my teeth knocked out while mamma picked me up to try to stop his fist. The next 7 years I spent protecting my baby brother from seeing what I saw, hiding beer cans, pulling the covers over his head when the law came, plugging his ears and trying to be a "perfect" child. When I got about 14-1/2 I discovered why they drank and soon became what I hated. I drank for the very first time to escape. I was a monster when I drank and nobody could stand to be around me. I remember sitting at graveyards with my father, snot running down into his beard and him crying over his adopted father's death (throat cut at a bootlegger's joint) and his crying over his sorry real mother who left him and his 4 siblings naked at the river. My story begins with them - ME - an alcoholic, a drug addict.

    Lisa, Broadway NC Submitted Dec 2011

  • I am a recovering addict. Drug of chose was Pain killers preferred Oxycontin. I would snort them as fast as I would get them. Until one day I thought I was having a nervous breakdown. In all reality it was the nerves and the withdrawals I went to my boyfriend and told him I didn't know what to do with myself all I could do was cry hide in my room for days on end. He finally told me on Oct 23 of 09 that I sould go to the hospital I finally agreed. I went they put me in detox for a day then I was in the mental health department for 11 days. In the mean time they asked if I would go to a halfway house. Did I want to hell no, but I did. The first 2 weeks were pure hell, but after that I loved it. Because while I was in the hospital they diagnosed be with bipolar, PTSD, anxiety disorder. and the halfway house taught me so much about all of those disorders but also about self control over the pills. I have now been clean for 2 year working on 3 and coping with everything now not just making myself numb.

    April Winona Submitted Jan 2012

  • This is the most honest poem that I have EVER read, regarding addiction. I've been in close contact with drug addiction. Having witnessed family members and friends with this addiction. I will definitely share this poem. Continued prayers for the author!

    Wanda, Cleveland, Ohio Submitted Nov 2012

  • This poem says it all. I love it!!!! I have seen a lot of people/friends go through it. Great poem.

    Debi , CA Submitted Nov 2012

  • I am a former addict that went cold turkey with my then boyfriend. We are now married and have been sober for 3 years and I thank God everyday he has freed me and my husband from the chains of addiction!!

    Amy B., Missouri Submitted Jan 2013

  • My moms an addict of crack. It's so hard to deal with. She's torn me down as far as I can go and I'm not sure what to do anymore. It breaks my heart that my 11 year old little brother has to deal with such pain and sorrow in his heart. This poem made me cry. It simply explains my mother. I just wish she could stop :'(

    Tina D., IN Submitted Jan 2013

  • This story really "hit home" with me. My son was once addicted to this horrid drug I too, am a recovering addict, never tried crack, hard, or whatever else that they choose to call it. My baby sister, whom is now departed, was at one time on it pretty bad. My son was only 24 yrs old, and his g/f 26. She comes from a family that ought to live in Egypt b/c they live in DE Nial. She switched addictions, both did. Meth was waiting around the corner for them! Shake and Bake, the hallucinations, the "fiending" things that I knew absolutely nothing about. She got pregnant and murdered my grandchild on /with meth! Her grandmother and Mother choose to blame my son for all her downfalls. She no longer had her kids, they cannot even go see them, due to meth and her failing drug tests. Can't hold down jobs, can't clean house, always planning for the next hit. why oh why doesn't the law do something? they do! they ignore it, hoping that maybe they'll die before any of their own kids do. God bless you people. Shelia

    Shelia Dykes Submitted 10/2/2013

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