Addiction Poem about Family

Poem About Effects Of A Sibling's Drug Addiction

My brother's alcohol and drug addiction impacted my family and shattered many relationships. The hell we went through was unbearable; it affected my marriage, children, and my parents' health and well being. He stole, lied, cheated, and turned into a full-blown addict, known to take anything and everything from anyone. I have not spoken to him for several years and needed to focus on my own family. I was once close to him, but I had to grieve his death to make it less painful for me to move on.

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This poem hit home for me. I have a brother who I used to be best friends with. We did everything together, even after I found out that he was addicted to heroin and crack. I would ask him to...

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The Shooting Star

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Published: September 2014

The shooting stars we used to see,
Up in the sky, just you and me,
Those are the times I hold so dear,
Laughing, joking, we had no fear.

We laughed so hard our sides would ache,
The memories that we would make,
So much to share and full of life,
How could you leave your kids and wife?

And put your family in so much danger,
You wonder why I have such anger?
The evil one, he stole your heart,
And all who loved you from the start,

Began to die a little each day,
Until the worst came our way,
It grips, it binds you and won't let go,
You said, "I won't stop, I love it so,"

This person you turned out to be,
Was not the same I used to see,
You beg, steal, cheat, and lie,
Those you hurt all still cry.

You laugh, and say, "This is so fun! I love
to create chaos with everyone!"
You are so sick, my heart it breaks,
I mourned your death and it still aches,

Some would tell me, "Just move on."
They would not listen to me carry on,
Imagine grieving someone still alive.
Do you know what it's like? Do you care inside?

Who could steal from their mother?
Attack their sister? Deceive the other?
His father's fingers bent so far,
They still hurt and left a scar,

To all who loved you, you deceived,
We trusted you, and we believed,
But the evil one I think might be,
The one I thought was you I see.

So, when I see a shooting star,
I'll think of you. But not as you are.

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  • Kiana Alberta by Kiana Alberta
  • 4 years ago

This poem hit home for me. I have a brother who I used to be best friends with. We did everything together, even after I found out that he was addicted to heroin and crack. I would ask him to stop. I never made a big deal about it because I was young, maybe thirteen years old, and didn't want to lose the acceptance of my older. It was a normal thing for me to see my brother use; not something every thirteen year old should say. At the time I figured it was better than being belittled and made to feel worthless by our alcoholic mother. We only had each other. But his addiction grew, and he lied to me, stole everything he could from me, sold my belongings for drugs, beat me. Five years later, I've finally cut him out of my life and even though he actually sends me hate mail and blames me for his actions, I mourn him every day. Every day I am terrified of receiving a phone call saying that drugs took his life. All I do is pray that he realizes what he is doing before it's too late.

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