Oxycodone Poem by Richard Hovelsrud

An old friend with a bad influence,
You know the type, its fun at first but then you realize that you are on a dead end road to nowhere, as my Step-Father use to say.
Oxy never judged me, was always there to take the edge off, my problems were never gone, but the burden was lifted for a while, oh oxy what a deviously wonderful quick fix you were.
But after a while oxy, I began to notice that if I didn’t have you every day, I wasn’t the same. Not as confident to step up to the daily challenges that use to be so routine, so quick to an excuse to ditch school and work to be with you. I surrounded myself with friends whose life revolved around you just as much.
Oh oxy what a long run we had,
As a teenage boy I did everything to have you, even when I knew it was wrong.

I’m older now and I realize we were never really friends but of course you knew that all along oxy, didn’t you?
I was one of the lucky ones; I left you overnight and have never looked back, so many others have not been so lucky.
I hate you oxycodone, but I forgive you,
Because you do not control me anymore.