Don'T Let Them Demons Return Poem by Linda Racaniello

Being a drug addict is neither short nor sweet,
it demoralizes your identity and destroys your fate.
Chasing the dragon - that never ever seems to end.
making you person you had always thought to hate.

Remember growing up, you looked down on them...
standing in the shadows or on the corner of the street.
They hung out in the alleyways drinking their booze.
you crossed the road, they weren't people you wanted to meet.

But as you look back, you could deny it no more...
you were just like them, with a crack pipe to burn.
But then you sought help, found recovery & God
it's been over eight months, don't let them demons return.

You finally got a good job, and a pretty new girlfriend,
you've got money to spare, and your dreams are in sight,
but down the corner, the one you hate to remember...
stands a dealers in chains, with crack pipe to light.

He wines and dines your girlfriend, gives her some blow
she comes home drunk and stoned, you show concern.
You try to sober her up, get her back into the groove...
while you fight those demons you don't want to return.