Trapped inside a hell of your making
unwilling to escape the walls you put in place
stumbling along
oblivious to the pain left in your wake
No matter how much we plead and pray
you turn to the demons you now call friends
we cannot make the choice for you
the answer must come from within
I try to look back to the one I once knew
but the image is marred and hazy
The one that resonates the most
is the shell of the person before me
Seeped in anger at the anguish you have caused
to the ones who hold you most dear
people who would do anything
but can only watch in fear
I think of that sweet little girl
the very one you call your own
I think of the mother and father
who gladly welcomed you back home
Your hands seem tied and your feet tethered
to follow this course of destruction
I think of you trapped in your prison walls
and my anger turns into sorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Drugs cause social decay and potentially dangerous to all addicts. Everyday we see around us it's devastating effects in our society. Women have turned to prostitution, men to stealing and violent crimes to maintain the addition. I like the articulation and insight of the poem as it captured the pains caused by addicts to their loved ones. A great poem indeed. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
thank you for your response and I'm so sorry for the delay. I'll be sure to read y our poem