Addiction Poems - Page 2

(Ode to Alcohol)
The queasy feeling in my stomach
The pounding in my head
The only thoughts in my mind
Were wishing I was dead

My forehead covered in cold sweats
Body shakes beyond control
The endless aching in my bones
As you consumed my very soul

The minutes turned into hours
The hours turned into days
suddenly, every moment that I ever lived
Was just a smoke filled haze

As I watched my body waste away
And my life slowly coming to an end
I realized. That I was wrong
You're the devil & not my friend

So, I'm taking back what's left of my life
Not one more second will you dominate
I'll bet the strength that lives in me
You didn't anticipate

Cast you spell on someone else
Find another unsuspecting prey
I came to live, NOT to die
And my life begins TODAY...

You think it's cool when you get high.
You don't even see the things that go by.
Time flies when you're having fun.
But one day your body can't handle
What you have done.

Your body is weak
But you think you are strong
The next month has came along
You're in the hospital 
Thinking what have I done.
You O.D that's quite sad
Your going to end up just like your dad
Living on the streets no place to go
Bumming off money so you can
Sniff up the nose. That sounds
Great what a plan If you
Stop now we can get you help
You don't have to be like this
It's like you are crying for help
What made you do drugs
We haven't a clue
But we know it's done bad
Things for you

It's been a few months you're back in ER
Pumping your stomach
That don't go very far.
You had a choice
Of what to do so I guess this
Is the new you, this is what you
Accomplished in the past few years.

As time goes by your addiction gets worse
You're in the hospital once a week.
As days go by you can barley get up
On your feet.

Today's the day you get put in the ground
I guess you made your choice. You didn't make it
As far as your dad but hey some people just end
Up lucky when they do drugs that one WASN'T YOU!

Beautiful and bright was the Young Dragon.

Capable and caring,
Sensitive but strong,
The life of the Young Dragon
Couldn't go wrong.

Upright and steadfast,
Courageous with might,
Who knew the Dragon
Would get lost in the night.

For the Dragon met Tiger,
Who lured him away,
Into the jungle
Of life's tumultuous way.

Down the path of
Destruction, sorrow and woes,
Down the path of
Seduction, deceit and morose.

The Tiger made promises
Which led Dragon astray,
Away from his mother, siblings and wife,
Away from the people who'd given him life.

Deep into the jungle
Dragon followed Tiger.
Farther off the path of the good life
Deeper on the road of sorrow and strife.

And when the Dragon was
Broken, desolate and alone,
Looking through bars
At the life that he'd known,

Tiger smiled and nodded his head,
For the beautiful Dragon
Was standing alone
Far from his life, his family and home.

But Tiger underestimated
The Spirit of love,
Looking out for Dragon
From high up above.

Spirit opened doors
By providing the keys,
All Dragon had to do
Was reach for these.

Be strong, Young Dragon,
Do what you must,
Before vicious Tiger
Turns you to dust.

Reject all he offers,
Come back to the way.
We're waiting, Dear Dragon,
Please join us today.

Come back from the jungle,
The Tiger and harm.
We're waiting, Dear Dragon,
With wide-open arms.

The path will be twisted,
And hardships abound,
With determination as your companion,
You'll gain the high ground.

Your new life awaits you,
Grab on and demand
That the Tiger who holds you,
Desist and disband.

Shuck off your demons,
Dig deep down inside,
And know that the Spirit
Has nothing but pride.

Pride for the Dragon
Who was led astray,
Because Dragon has the courage
To keep Tiger at bay.


M. A. D.
(mother against drugs)
Cheryl Chartier
Mother's Day
May 9, 2004

I wake up in the morning, see you're not there.
By 10am I feel sick, I need you my dear.
Why can't I have you all the time.
I need you. It hurts me it makes me cry.
I can't handle the truth, reality and life.
You are so good you make me feel unreal.
I would rather be with you then anyone else.
I can't eat or sleep without you baby, you are my world.
You drive me insane.
All I want is your pleasure,
but hunting for you is pain.
What the heck am I going to gain.
forgetful, always broke and looking dopey.
who wants to be friends with a phony.
I will pay you back, maybe next month.
I do nothing until then but sit on my ass.
While I constantly smoke my grass.
24/7 its a full time job.
Now I'm bored with life
God why did you let me see.
at such a young age, how good marijuana can really be.
It has ruined me from time to time,
I'm just hanging in there I will be just fine..
Fighting fighting and more abuse.
I'm lost in my own world and can't anybody see.
now nothing is making sense to me
I don't know who I am any more.
I've lost the plot until the very end.
I have no feelings my friend.
I'm not a person nor human, male or female.
I am a doped up scumbag and I can never change.....
I HATE MYSELF FOR SMOKING POT AND TRYING TO BE COOL.
IT HAS NOW ROBBED ME FROM MY LIFE.
I HAVE NO INTERESTS OR EMOTIONS
I JUST DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ANYMORE...

King Cocaine has come out smoking,
I've taken hit after hit.
It's plain to see he's not joking,
And it's obvious I should to quit.
There's no attack for me to mount,
I do not belong in this fight.
I should just stay down for the count,
But it's still early in the night.

King Cocaine has come out swinging,
The Champ is pushing me around.
Misery is what he's bringing,
His jabs are making my head pound.
My confidence is badly bruised,
My ego is shattered again.
All night long I have been abused.
But something tells me I can win.

King Cocaine has ruled the whole night,
Because The Master is quite deft.
He's hit me with so many rights,
He's got me begging for a left.
Once again I am on the ropes,
The Champ is having me for lunch
My pride tells me my only hope,
Is to knock him out with one punch.

King Cocaine has won every round,
It's plain to see the end is near.
It's obvious I should stay down,
Let the misery end right here.
Because I know I'm bound to die,
If I don't throw the towel in.
But I look The Champ in the eye,
I then get up and fight again.

King Cocaine is pleasing the crowd,
Dancing like Muhammad Ali.
Acting like he has done them proud,
As he moves in to knock out me.
I hear the crowd begin to cheer,
I hear The Champ say, "This is it."
I tell him, "I'm still standing here,"
Before I take my final hit.