Sam Edison

Getting Sober

My heart and my mind seem to be constantly at war
The victim is my soul and it cant take it anymore
Boredom eating away at my muscle and flesh
Im a prisoner in my own body which is no longer fresh
My corpse slowly rotting away even though Im alive
I felt like a man of 84 when I was only 25
Racing thoughts as I shake and my skin constantly sweating
Its only been a couple of days and my decision Im regretting
My desire wont let go, holding at my stomache in a vice grip
Just give me one more taste one more dropp one more drip
I can still smell the aroma even though its not there
I am aware that I am awake but I feel like Im in a nightmare
As I write these words down I almost wish I would die
To take me out of this misery help me to close each eye
My muscles ache and my heart seems to weigh 800 pounds
Now Im trapped in reality and I despise how that sounds

Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2009

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Comments about Getting Sober by Sam Edison

  • Jazza Bella (9/22/2009 2:03:00 PM)

    I am truly in aw right now Sam. I'm just lost for words. In our lives we go through it. But I believe that we have the ability to deal with it. You know we are made in the image of God and if we set out to walk in his image then I do believe we can make it.

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  • Bob Blackwell (9/21/2009 5:57:00 AM)

    A great write, you need to have lived this to write about it as well as you do. If you are still suffering, don't give up, you are a great writer and the world deserves to have more.

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  • Patrick A. Martin (9/21/2009 12:39:00 AM)

    It's tough for the first little while but ut gets better. great write so spot on.

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