Bitter End

Bitter End

I had a need, I had to feed
Xanax and oxycontin everyday
Eventually it became a bad deed
With my life, I would pay
I had to stop the unnerving greed
I knew there was only one way
Cold turkey, throw it all away
My days would be tough
I had no idea how bad
My throat dry and rough
Skin soaked, by my infernal sweat
Stomach aching, my churning gut
Body aches, bring me to my knees
Dillusion, was just to begin
Tossing and turning, sweat drenched sheets
I felt something under my skin
I had indeed, met with the devil
Heart rate exceeding ridiculous level
It was going to beat out of my chest
Sleep, no wicked, no rest
Brains feel like their getting eaten
If I had a hammer, my head I would have beaten
Mind in total disarray
Nothing coming, or going, stale
My skin is bluish gray
If I had a dagger, my chest I would impale
Please God take me!
This is godforsaken, must be hell!

Chelley Bean Poetess