THE POISON THAT WIPES ME OUT,(HEROIN),

THE POISON THAT WIPES ME OUT,(HEROIN),

A Poem by Njpotter
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a poem about a friend who overdosed on heroin and fentanyl.

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I FEEL THE BURN DEEP INSIDE
AS THE POISON BEGINS TO FLOW,
DEEPER INTO MY SOUL IT'LL FLOW
AS I CLOSE MY EYES TO LET IT GO,,,
A FEELING I HAVE NEVER FELT BEFORE
STRANGE, YET SO DAMN WARM,
IT'S CRAZY WITHIN A SECOND IT HITS' HARD
THEN YOU JUST KICK BACK AND RELAX,
AS EACH MOMENT MOVES ALONG THE WAY
INTO A VOID OF EMPTINESS ,
ONE BIG MAZE AFTER THE OTHER I FIND
AS THE HIGH BEGINS TO KICK IN,
ONE , TWO , THREE SECONDS PASSED
THEN I NEED ANOTHER HIT TO FEEL BETTER,
SICKNESS FROM IT COMES ALONG 
REMINDING ME OF WHAT I HAVE BECOME,
A JUNKIE OF ANOTHER KIND 
LOST FOREVER INSIDE MY MIND,
SEEKING FOR AWAY TO ESCAPE
BUT IT'S JUST TOO DAMN LATE,
IT'S GOT ME HOOKED DEEP
I CRAVE IT'S FEELING SO MUCH,
LIKE A CHILD LOOKING FOR IT'S MOM
I SEEK OUT MY NEW FOUND DRUG,
 HEROIN, DOG FOOD, MR. BROWNSTONE
JUST A MOMENT I'VE COME TO LOVE,
YET SOME THING I CAN'T UNDERSTAND
WHY I POISON MYSELF SO MUCH,
LOST ,YEAH OUT OF CONTROL
I LET MY BODY GO, YEAH JUST GIVE IN,
TELLING MYSELF IT'S ALL THAT IS LEFT
TAKING IT ONE DAY AT A TIME NO MORE,
I FELL DEEP INTO IT'S GRIP OF SHAME
FALLING FASTER WITH EACH PASSING DAY,
NOTHING ELSE MATTERS TO ME ANY MORE
JUST ONE MORE HIT TO CHANGE HOW I FEEL,
I SOON BECOME SO LOW INSIDE
I OFFER UP MY WHOLE DAMN LIFE,
JUST TO GET WHAT I NEED TO BREATHE
ONE LITTLE HIT, ONE MORE HIGH,
A NICKLE, A DIME, A GRAM THAT IS WHO I AM
ONE MINUTE, ONE MORE SECOND AND IT'S DONE,
MUST HAVE MESSED UP ALONG THE WAY
BECAUSE NOW I LAY HERE COLD AS HELL,
A NEEDLE HALF FILLED STUCK IN MY ARM
AS MY HEART BEAT BEGINS TO SLOW.
I FEEL IT AS IT ARRIVES SO DAMN FAST
THAT LAST FINALE HIGH OF ALL TIME,,,
I SCREAM OUT FOR HELP, OR SO IT SEEM'S
BUT NOTHING, NOTHING COMES OUT OF ME,
AS I SIT HERE ON THIS COUCH I CLOSE MY EYES
AS THE POISON WIPE ME OUT,,,,,,,

© 2019 Njpotter


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Njpotter
looking for comments and thoughts about any and all poems i may post here,,

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Indeed writing is an outlet for all forms of body and mind poison. This piece has a forlorn and hopeless feel to it as you take the reader through the 'highs and lows' of class A drug use through the eyes of a junkie. A few gramatical errors along the way, correction of which will enhance it. I am not a fan of using CAPITAL letters for no artistic reason.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Njpotter

5 Years Ago

thank you for reading my poem and for pointing out the error of using capital letters,, that is one .. read more



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Indeed writing is an outlet for all forms of body and mind poison. This piece has a forlorn and hopeless feel to it as you take the reader through the 'highs and lows' of class A drug use through the eyes of a junkie. A few gramatical errors along the way, correction of which will enhance it. I am not a fan of using CAPITAL letters for no artistic reason.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Njpotter

5 Years Ago

thank you for reading my poem and for pointing out the error of using capital letters,, that is one .. read more
keep up the good writing. Two years clean myself and writing has become a wonderful outlet to be able to process that former life. be well

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Njpotter

5 Years Ago

thanks for taking time to read my work, i appreciate it, i still have alot of work to do in learning.. read more

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Added on May 10, 2019
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Tags: addiction, pain, death

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Njpotter
Njpotter

Danville, KY



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i'm a lost soul roaming this world looking for that moment of time i can escape the darkness that surrounds me. it's been along walk along this highway of hell that i continue to find myself waking up.. more..

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