50 Milligrams

The pain of addiction haunts many. This poem is an attempt to shed light on a topic that is very strong in our society. Drug use. It is nothing to be ashamed of, on the contrary. It is a battle worth

50 Milligrams

 

The dosage low, the tension high

The pain of mind does never cease

Increased by time, like rising tides

Prescriptions plead I beg increase

 

He does oblige, So I can hide and mask this pain

for one more week..

Yet still I know that curled inside this little boy

Does long to speak.

 

He screams and yells and beats his drum

Yet no one hears her cries for help

I have no pain, I must sustain, for numbness sets

And nothings felt.

 

The milligrams that ten supplied were not enough and never will.

So doctor please, release my grief and check the box that marks refill.

 

I rather live from month to month in purgatory, then in hell.

my stomach churns and spirit burns with Dante’ I would gladly dwell

 

I speak from known experience for I am living there myself.

There is no shame, when brutal pain, are sleepless nights locked in a shell.

 

He is an oyster, closed by time, yet still inside a pearl takes shape.

So priceless she,  can never see, less someone tears and burns the drapes.

 

No curtain call, no final bow, no encore here, yet still he stands

I’d like tonight, to tuck me tight a dose of 50 milligrams.

Reviews

[Matt Daalling]

Marie, did you end up reading it.. I have always been plagued by sleepless nights. I fought a hard battle trying to suppress that pain.. I won my fight and am no longer haunted during the night.. Thanks for reading I hope you continue to do so. :o}}

[Matt Daalling]

I agree Kamie, it does make you wonder. I suppose that is the goal of any writer. To make there readers wonder and ponder about the meaning behind the read. I'm really glad you enjoyed it and thank you for the 100.. ;o}}

[Matt Daalling]

Cyberwriter, It does feel like your alone. Its hard not to sometimes. But I assure you none of use are alone. It just feels that way.. Thank you for your feedback. ;o}

[Matt Daalling]

Thank you all for your feedback.. It is invaluable to me.. I would like to address each comment. Butterfly, You are too right. Drug use is a topic not many people have the will to touch on. I assume this is so because they are ashamed. They refuse to confront the reality of it. As such, the behavior does never cease and then a cycle develops. Thank you for your feed back and the time you took out to read it.

[Yellow Butterfly]

Your words are very poignant as you share your own experiences of living a life ruled by drugs. You've touched upon a very hard subject matter that many people choose not to talk about because they feel it does not and will never affect them. The reality is, drugs are everywhere and affecting life's all over the world, impacting all walks of life, young and old. This is a subject matter that can not be ignored, as the problem seems to be getting bigger.

"He does oblige, So I can hide and mask this pain
for one more week..
Yet still I know that curled inside this little boy
Does long to speak."



Your poem is the reality of whats happening.....and speaks volumes..

Thanks for sharing :O)

[ImmoralAngel]

Very deep i love it the pain behind addiction is the hardest and sometimes feels as if your all alone and numb to the world around you very deep i like it alot ;-}

[hmm]

My Goodness this is one powerful read here,
Makes on ponder...love it....100/100

[Marie]

I didn't really have time to read this, but the title struck me. It tells a lot about pain and sleepless nights. I don't think ten milligrams are ever enough. Not if you can get fifty...or even a hundred...