The Damage Done Poem by Chris Wiggins

The poison in the needle is not the cure,
It will not bring you back to where you were before,
Twill suck you deep within the depths of hell,
Spin you round an' push you down a crooked well.

Twenty feet below, contemplating fear,
How in gods name did i ever end up here,
My bestest days with certainty I'd exchange,
If it meant to be, that i could flee this awful horrid cage.

My debauchery knew not of any boundary,
My abhorrent iniquity now compounds me,
Thy thoughts compelled towards my bitter end,
I fear the worst, for I am cursed and now I must attend.

The winters of my mind i detest thee most,
Is there nothing I can do to chase away the ghost,
One last hurrah maybe, with my dear ol' friend
I pose a sigh, an' bow goodbye, gracious to the end