When you shift your life's priorities,
People shift their views
They talked about my success
Then about my treatment news.
I thought about girlfriends
Then only thought of getting high
And I hung out every Friday night
then stayed home alone and blazed into the sky
those white pills became my life
I revolved my world around a fix
I popped them each and every day
Unaware of the pain that it inflicts
I slowly saw but didn't see that I was in some trouble
As all I did was trip up in my room
All the while I kept quiet made my issues double
And all of my seclusion would turn to be my doom
Things are finally better now And go back, I think not
Going back to those day's the same as laying down to Rot.
-A reminder to myself..
because a relapse is no reason to give up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice thoughts, Josh. Use poems to be your release if you think you may relapse. Perhaps an essy on your troubles/struggles might aid others. Stylistically, your sentences are a little too busy. Streamline your lines by eliminating some unneccesary words. Make your lines sing! Heaven is in the composing, but the editing is what makes the poem. My best and keep writing! John L. :)