'' Only I Hold All The Cures '' Poem by Bri Mar

Trying to change,
Is out of range,
No matter how hard I try,
What I perceive is really strange,
The truth it does belie.

My excuses are lame,
But I don't feel shame,
I'll continue to do what I please,
It's always someone else to blame,
As an excuse it does appease.

I love to bet,
Though it makes me fret,
I can feel it deep within,
Every wager brings regret,
But I pray one day I'll win.

I enjoy a smoke,
But each time I choke,
I promise I'm going to quit,
It can cause cancer and a stroke,
But I don't care one bit.

Alcohol is king,
It's a joyous thing,
Though I'm a taker not a giver,
Too much drink alarm bells ring,
It's destroying my fine liver.

I feel divine,
Drugs are fine,
But they're taking their toll on my health,
To stop I know the decision is mine,
They do say knowledge is wealth.

Take my cheating,
It takes some beating,
I believe I'm some high flyer,
My relationships though are overheating,
Infidelity should read liar.

To change takes will,
There is no pill,
Though listening to others reassures,
It's the desire to change I need to instil,

‘' Only I Hold All The Cures ‘'