Addiction Poem
I wrote this after I reached my first year of sobriety.
The Voice Of Addiction
©
Carrie Roush
Well, it's nice to finally meet you.
I've been waiting for your call.
I've noticed you've been crying,
And, I've watched you pace the halls.
Whatever has been hurting you,
I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to lose,
Nothing to live for, nothing to fear.
Thank you, for your invention.
I'll be sure not to leave your side.
We'll become very fast acquainted.
My naive child, there's no use trying to hide.
I should probably introduce myself.
I am your very own addiction.
But, you can not be angry with me.
I am you own self-conviction.
I bet you feel rather stupid,
Falling right into my lap.
I'm a master at manipulation.
You'll never escape my trap.
How does it feel to dance with the Devil?
For he and I are one in the same.
God, has completely abandoned you,
So, you might as well stay in the game.
Are you honestly going to try and beat me?
A useless battle if you want to know.
Go ahead and make an attempt.
Besides, I'm in the mood for a good show.
I guess, you think your special.
But, your sobriety has only lasted a year.
I'm still around every corner,
In the back of your mind
I'm your greatest fear.
I'll always be your dirty little secret.
I won't disappear over time.
Twenty years from now you may falter,
And, I'll be the first thing that comes to mind.
A vicious cycle, thats what your thinking,
But, I'm only speaking the truth.
I'm Satin's weapon of mass destruction.
The silent killer of America's youth.
It's genius when you think of it.
Everyone's looking for some Armageddon war.
But, what the fools don't realize,
Is everyday Armageddon walks through their front door
I've been waiting for your call.
I've noticed you've been crying,
And, I've watched you pace the halls.
Whatever has been hurting you,
I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to lose,
Nothing to live for, nothing to fear.
Thank you, for your invention.
I'll be sure not to leave your side.
We'll become very fast acquainted.
My naive child, there's no use trying to hide.
I should probably introduce myself.
I am your very own addiction.
But, you can not be angry with me.
I am you own self-conviction.
I bet you feel rather stupid,
Falling right into my lap.
I'm a master at manipulation.
You'll never escape my trap.
How does it feel to dance with the Devil?
For he and I are one in the same.
God, has completely abandoned you,
So, you might as well stay in the game.
Are you honestly going to try and beat me?
A useless battle if you want to know.
Go ahead and make an attempt.
Besides, I'm in the mood for a good show.
I guess, you think your special.
But, your sobriety has only lasted a year.
I'm still around every corner,
In the back of your mind
I'm your greatest fear.
I'll always be your dirty little secret.
I won't disappear over time.
Twenty years from now you may falter,
And, I'll be the first thing that comes to mind.
A vicious cycle, thats what your thinking,
But, I'm only speaking the truth.
I'm Satin's weapon of mass destruction.
The silent killer of America's youth.
It's genius when you think of it.
Everyone's looking for some Armageddon war.
But, what the fools don't realize,
Is everyday Armageddon walks through their front door
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Andrea , TN Submitted Nov 2010
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When I read this poem I felt as if my life struggle with addiction was put into words right in front of my eyes! I as well write poetry about addiction for me it is therapy, I can write better than I talk, When I speak I tend to think way too much about what I am going to say...Anyways for 9 years I shot up oxys and heroin my life was a perfect of hell, I struggled for years trying to get sober when in reality I hadn't had enough. Only 19 months and 4 days ago had I gotten on my knees and told God I was ready and willing...Addiction is brutal, it is bone crushing, soul taking, it took EVERYTHING from me! I never thought in a million years that I had a way out, Now I know I do through GODS will, My 12 step program, fellowshipping, Willingness, open-mindedness, honesty ,helping others, and the desire to stop using. Today I live just for today
Kathleen Mccleskey, Cocoa Beach ,Florida Submitted Jan 2011
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I'm sober now I just quit cold turkey and it was really difficult but its been 4 years and I'm doing great!!
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