The Yellow, The Blue And The Green Poem by Barry Pook

Impulsive thoughts mimiced by another,
Those pills again I thought were my brother,
Fighting against them it's a battle,
If I did my stomach would rattle.

The shakes, the sweats and too enhancing panic,
But deep down I know I'd be manic,
Don't want to go down that route, No!
These feelings of more have got to go.

On reflection I realise after three times before,
Would destroy my life and others more,
Temptations resisted will be worth it,
Denying them, embrace recovery don't submit.

A witnessed promise to myself,
Don't pop pills or toke, think MENTAL HEALTH,
Gave in my stash won't let down my friend,
Hurrah now those thoughts come to an end!