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forever untold
Lying in bed in a pool of his own sweat, cant stand the smell, haven’t moved for over an hour
but right now the farthest thing from his mind is to get a fucking shower
been dope sick all day, gut is wrenching, muscles aching
they say most of it is in your head, but this pain theres no faking
How to get money ? burned every bridge, every friend
things he's done there’s no way he can ever mend
he wants go to rehab, but the waiting list is so long
he is sick of this life, but with heroin its hard to be strong
he has two beautiful children whom he loves very much, he was a good father once
the pain and the shame is far to much, he hasnt even thought about them in months
cant believe mom hasn’t kicked him out
she does threaten to, scream & shout
she has aged so much from the shit he put her through
last winter he overdosed she found him cold and blue
he'd be dead if she didn’t come home just then
sometimes he wishes she'd left him there and this nightmare would just end
she cries herself to sleep each night, thinking about her son
who’s now just an evil, deceitful, junkie fucking scum
the good son, high school honors, a time so long ago
his name is not important, so we shall call him john doe
she sleeps with her purse hidden from her kin
sadly tonight he's out to rob her again
doesn’t take him long to locate her wallet
definitely fucked up, whatever you wanna call it
$ 24 dollars was it, two fives and fourteen ones was all he could get
its barely enough to get him “off sick”
it will have 2 do, out the door like a flash
calls his dealer “G” to say “I need 4” cause I finally got some cash
he said met me at the spot, hurry cause im close
wont be more then 5 min, the shady dealer boast
beads of sweat rolled down the back of his neck despite the freezing winter wind
another product of dope sickness, he could not stop the quivering of his chin
is it the cold ? is it the impatience ? probably both
without a doubt this endless waiting game is what any junkie hates most
25 minutes passed before johnny called him back
im standing in the cold, where the fuck are you at ?
Chill mutha fucka I’ll be there pretty fast
his suv came into view after another 30 minutes past
his rims still spinning as he slowed to a stop
G glanced back to make sure the oncoming car was no cop
john doe's violontly shanking hands pass him the fives rolled atop the stack of ones
he wanted it to appear as though he had sufficient funds
better not be short again this time, best be $40 in your hand
he passes him a small bundle, secured tightly with a rubber band
before G had a chance to add up all the cash
johnny boy bolted threw a yard, hauling fuckin ass
amazingly he expolodes with a quick burst of adrenaline
its psycological, just knowing he pocesses his savior, his "bad medicine"
he finds an abandoned house with the door left ajar
again every muscle burns, glad he didnt have to go very far
he finds a spot near a window on the second floor, so the street lamp casts a little light
from his pocket he retrieves the tools of his trade, the weapons of his plight
a syringe, a spoon and water filled in a empty 20oz bottle of pop
he stares at 4 glassine envelopes with the name “hot shot” stamped across the top
many people overdosed recently from this particular stamp bag in the hood
suddenly hes like a kid at Christmas, this means there really good !
One by one he dumps them in the spoon
anticipation for the high he will be feeling very soon
he adds some water to make an iced tea colored devils brew
he has no belt so resorts to take the lace out his shoe
finally cotton from the butt of this menthol cigarette
its used as a filter cause if the needle clogs...he is fucked, u can bet
tying off his track marks become noticeably 3 dimensional
deep and dark from years of drug abuse, normal folk would deem unconventional
as he pulls back surprisingly the rig fills with blood, a sign he is in the vein
usually he has to fish around to find one that hasn’t collapsed, like a snowman in the rain
a grin draws wide as he plunches the liquid poison deep in his arm without a care
all his muscles tighten at once as a tremendous warmth took over despite the bitter cold air
as he slumped into the corner he felt as though he was melting into the wall and tried with no avil to shout
deeper and deeper he began to fall out
tunnel vision began to take hold
he stared silently out the window into the cold
the pulsating street light growing dimmer, as his sight was engulfed by darkness... forever darkness behold
the story of the man he COULD have been...
forever untold
Published 23rd Jan 2012
| Edited 6th Feb 2012
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23rd Jan 2012 10:12pm
24th Jan 2012 3:38am
24th Jan 2012 3:21am
Amazingly gripping and moving. Really tells the story.
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24th Jan 2012 3:34am
27th Jan 2012 8:56pm
Very honest, I enjoyed how gritty the poem was. It kind of hit close to home
27th Jan 2012 9:29pm
thank u. i wish you and yours the best...its not any easier weather its you battling it or somone you love
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- Edited 1st Feb 2012 10:02pm
1st Feb 2012 10:01pm
I picture it like a film as I read it.
'she sleeps with her purse hidden from her kin
sadly tonight he's out rob her again
doesn’t take him long to locate her wallet
definitely fucked up, whatever you wanna call it'
- how I wish I couldn't relate to that :-(
In fact, I've just gone back and looked at it again and you've painted this stark scene through which we follow this person. It reminds me of REQUIEM FOR A DREAM actually. wicked x
'she sleeps with her purse hidden from her kin
sadly tonight he's out rob her again
doesn’t take him long to locate her wallet
definitely fucked up, whatever you wanna call it'
- how I wish I couldn't relate to that :-(
In fact, I've just gone back and looked at it again and you've painted this stark scene through which we follow this person. It reminds me of REQUIEM FOR A DREAM actually. wicked x
2nd Feb 2012 6:58pm
thank u so much, thats an awesome compilement...i love that movie, its so raw and real and just plain fucked up !
Anonymous
3rd Feb 2012 8:30pm
This poem reads so well and smoothly
that your talent amazes me...You have told the UNPLEASANT TRUTH in a way that draws the reader in and it appears to be very real.....
Bravo
that your talent amazes me...You have told the UNPLEASANT TRUTH in a way that draws the reader in and it appears to be very real.....
Bravo
4th Feb 2012 9:12pm
thanks so much...sadly, its probably less talent and just more exprience on the topic
4th Feb 2012 3:05am
Mang I am in awe out of a lot stuff I've read on here this poem just topped them all dope its amazing simply real
4th Feb 2012 9:23pm
7th Feb 2012 5:17pm
'he was a good father once/he hasn't even thought about them in months', that's so good, and true for probably a ridiculous amount of father's out there!!!!!!!!!!!! I was completely stuck in your poem!!!!!!
8th Feb 2012 3:48am
it was part fictional tale based on fact. im a recovering addict with a six year old daughter whom i think about every day and see as often as her mother will let me but i have friends in the same position who havent seen there kids and havent made much of an effort either...i said in the poem "the pain and the shame was to much" but i really dont know how true that is. shit, i dont have any shame left in me...i just wanna see my girl
22nd Dec 2014 00:47am
Hi, Dave. Your poem is the best one I have been able to find on the subject of heroin addiction. It is not only well written, but it is also honest and I could picture the entire thing as I read through the poem. I have 2 kids who have this addiction and have lost many people to early deaths because of this evil drug. My last "boyfriend" forgot to tell me about his addiction to heroin and I ended up spending a lot of time and money trying to mop up all of the messes he made due to his love of heroin. I lost my job, my home and had to relocate and he has never tried to pay me back even one cent. He is in a rehab facility, but it's because of drug charges and the fact that he has nowhere else to live now that my home is gone. I hope that he will fight the fight at some point, but I know that I will not be there to see it either way. Congratulations to you on working so hard to stay away from this demon and I wish nothing but good things for you in your future.
2nd Apr 2015 3:25pm
Thanks for The positive feedback, I really appreciate it. People in active addiction never realize the colateral damage they create in the lives of there loved ones. I wish you and yours the best on this journey....
