Debra Middaugh Poems

To those of us that struggle with addiction,
It's a choice you could say, a self infliction.

Your a slave to the poison and your not even aware,
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The heart wants to love,
Yet, we hate.
In the face of chaos,
It steps up to the plate.
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Nobody knows how many times I wanted to throw the towel
in,
I think maybe this time I may have spread myself to thin.
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I am Farrah Fawcett poster on
the wall.
I am a rotary phone when I made
a call.
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Addicts injecting, ingesting and inhaling their drugs,
It's a dangerous life trying to keep pace with the thugs.

The addict uses and pays dearly for the sin,
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Be quiet I hear something outside,
All crazy looking and bug-eyed.

Chill bro your all methed up and high,
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On the road and your headed for disaster,
A liar, a creep, a thief you will master.

When you indulge in your drugs it calms the brain,
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A warning to you dancing with the Lady In White,
Her medicine stuns you leaves you HIGH as a kite.

You think back and wonder how it got here,
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Why does the pusher-man sell his dope? ,
Living his life on a slippery slope.

Is the money really worth all the trouble,
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When I was a kid I remember feeling different then my folks,
You could say my egg had a different kind of yolk.

I was angry, rude, hyper and high-strung,
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