At first
It was good
Being bad
Weekends full of recreational excesses
Pills and parties
Sniff and spiffs
Happy daze
Sweaty sleepless nights
Life was a game
I played hard
The rules of the game changed
I played harder still
Weekends became weeks on end
I was a fearless explorer
A space cadet
Guinea pig of necessity
Misplacing friends and family on the way
I found that needle in a haystack
Struck numb by sweet oblivion
One taste was never enough
I gained an appetite for self destruction
A cruel cold mistress
Taking more than I could give
Taking all I had
All I own is this monkey on my back
A strange and terrible compulsion
The face in the mirror watches me with contempt
I can not look myself in the eye
I need a shot of redemption
That is all that matters
That is all there is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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