Drug Abuse Poem

Poem About Smoking Pot

I started smoking pot four months ago. Around the time my mother and father decided to split up. My parents decision to get a divorce has really hurt me and my younger brother (who also recently got into drugs and has been suicidal). I find marijuana to be an escape from my problems because for a few hours I can find myself at peace. I don't support drug use at all. Every time I smoke I feel like I'm stealing years from my lungs.

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Escape

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Published: February 2014

The lighter's a trigger
I load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight to my lungs

With every drag
And hit I take
My thoughtless mind
Will come awake

No more mommies leaving
Or daddies crying
Just coughing and heaving
And careless flying

I guess it's living
I guess I'm dying
And if I'm not
I'm surely trying

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  • Iain M. Mackenzie by Iain M. Mackenzie
  • 3 years ago

I can relate to every word written. Drug misuse/addiction is very complex and to anyone outside of it will never truly understand how people think, feel, behave when they are gripped by the power of addiction.

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