Noel Potter Poems

In the stillness of the night,
Uncertainty grips tight,
Pain pills, meth, and heroin,
Silent killers of kin.
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Sick of the feeling I get
When I don't have you
Tired of the struggle
Always facing it alone.
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In the quiet of the night, guilt creeps in,
A shadow cast by the choices I've made.
Pain pills, oxycodone, oxymorphone, and Xanax,
A cocktail of numbness to escape the pain.
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A cocktail of destruction, a path I walked along.
Each pill swallowed, each hit taken,
A temporary escape from the pain I've been fighting,
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In the shadows, we find our strength,
My Twisted minds, determined at length.
Tweeking our focus, never sleeping,
Window peeping, our secrets keeping.
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My words dance on empty pages,  
Ink flowing freely from my pen. 
Each line a glimpse into my soul,  
Emotions spilled, thoughts blend.
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