Drug Abuse Poem

Poem About Alcoholism

I wrote this poem while I was in rehab. I've been sober now for almost four months, and I've struggled with the disease of addiction every waking moment since that day I was arrested and my entire life changed. I hope this poem can help the people out there struggling with this problem day after day, because I know I still do.

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It first started with stress. That's where I started my first sip. I became drunk and drank every day. I have tried to stop drinking, but the spirit of drinking is with me. The question is...

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Disease Of Addiction

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Published by Family Friend Poems October 2013 with permission of the Author.

It's a sneaky little thing
That comes without a call.
When you think you have it conquered
Is when you lose it all.

Wherever you are going,
Or wherever you may be,
Don't think that it won't find you.
Or that you'll ever be set free.

It's tricky and deceiving,
Shows up without a trace.
No matter where you are,
It can smack you in the face.

You've fought it for so long,
That you think it's finally gone.
But don't ever be so sure,
To think you've found the cure.

You thought you had it in the bag.
It was locked behind the gate.
But silly you, you had no clue.
It's always out to get you.

You won't know when it's coming.
Or even that it's there.
You think that you can stop it
By drinking just ONE beer.

I have just one last tip,
Of its hidden little treat.
Think before you take that sip,
For you will soon be beat.

My friend, it is the worst disease,
I solemnly must say.
That you will find it lurks within,
Even to this day.

I've done all I can do,
Now it's up to you to fight.
But I see that you've made your choice,
When you drank into the night.

You stumbled across the floor,
And I couldn't take the sight.
There's no helping you no more,
So I'm heading for the door.

I'm begging of you please,
Don't ever make that choice.
To let the drugs control you
And take away your voice.

It's faster than a bullet,
In a gun up to your head.
Only you can pull the trigger,
But once you do, you're dead.

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  • GODFREY SAINA EGAMBI by GODFREY SAINA EGAMBI
  • 3 years ago

It first started with stress. That's where I started my first sip. I became drunk and drank every day. I have tried to stop drinking, but the spirit of drinking is with me. The question is how will I stop this? It has become difficult for me. Advice to those who think that alcohol is one way of releasing stress -- no way -- you will end up drinking in the name of stress.

  • Mendel Schoenes by Mendel Schoenes, Baltimore MD
  • 9 years ago

After taking my first drink at 10 1/2 it quickly became my best friend and lover. Being 21 and a week short of 2 years in recovery without any drink or drug, I came to see through trying to help others, how bad it has affected others in my life. It's cunning, baffling and a powerful disease, AND HELP IS OUT THERE IF THERE IS WILLINGNESS.

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