The Cycle Of Addicton

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A Poem About Meth Addiction

Meth’s Wrath

Life in this big mental hospital really sucks.
Warped souls wander about lost.
On the lookout for anyone down on their luck.
Taking everything no matter what the cost.

As they pass through eyes dart about.
Staying long enough to feed their habit.
Talking fast trying to relieve your doubt.
Once done taking off into the night like rabbits.

The keepers chase them with shiny lights.
At the ready to chill their heels.
Snared they lock them up tight.
The lucky ones get good deals.

Once inside the keepers have the only keys.
Dictating every move they make.
The snared have little game under eyes that see.
Still they manage to find things to take.

No rest for the warped souls mind.
Counting the days till they hear "roll up".
Knowing they don't have far to go for their kind.
Many wait to help them fill their cup.

Take heed and stay alert in their path.
Nothing can change the monkey on their back.
For you see I speak of meth’s wrath.
Those caught by her care only about a sack.

Written by Becky Jo Gibson September 2006 ©

Beat up, ripped, tattered...

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Reality about addiction

The Retched Mind

I take each moment as it comes ripping through.
Holding on to my sanity becomes harder with each tear.
Reeling my mind comes and goes with each passing view.
Peeking through squinted eyes I work not to give into my fear.

Only sheer will holds my pain and anger inside.
Trapped in a space that sees no one gets no light.
Spilling over into the darkness that is where I hide.
Watching hoping believing someone will do me right.

Each time I come out and move around the scene.
I see the old meet the new expecting them to be kind.
Despite countless disappointments my hope stays keen.
Faith that good can live among the retched mind.

When can I begin to open the closed doors to me?
Is the world really so warped and are all so tainted?
Why do people creep around hurting maiming completely?
I am hopeful for some good not the sainted.

Nothing reaches inside their cold hearts.
They take even those things that really matter.
The first line hit fix is where the need starts.
Leaving all in it's wake beat up, ripped, tattered.

Written by Becky Jo Gibson August, 26 2006 ©

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mylife=adventure 6 years ago from Wisconsin

Great post the picture really drove the point home. Thanks for sharing.


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InspiredHippy 6 years ago from Old Town, California Author

Your quite welcome...I know what I know, why? Cause I know it!

Peace...Inspired Hippy


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cluense 6 years ago from Cartersville, GA

Awesome Hub! I rated it up a notch! Keep on writing! A picture is worth a thousand words! You just proved it! Wonderful hub!


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InspiredHippy 6 years ago from Old Town, California Author

Thank you for your encouragement...As a writer it does my heart good to know my words have the desired effect!

Peace...Inspired Hippy


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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

Honest and intensely powerful poems. Great work.


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InspiredHippy 6 years ago from Old Town, California Author

~smiling~


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A.A. Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

AN outstandung hub regarding addication. Thanks for sharing.


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InspiredHippy 6 years ago from Old Town, California Author

You are most welcome...

God Bless

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