From September to May,
Considered 'Not a long Time'? ? ?
Didn't know what to say,
Angry, no reason or rhyme.
Pushed from ward to ward,
Under different doctors, no routine,
Creating fear, shock and discord,
Desparately wanting to get clean.
At times it took hold,
I created my own stash,
Addiction kicked in, I'm sold,
Misuse I began to splash.
Tried giving up, reducing pills,
Hospital again for my stability,
Failed because of outside ills,
Discharged soon, lack of humility,
Now I am here trying,
Less tolerance and more determination,
The need is slowly dying,
All because of my dedication.
Taken in all my spares,
Chemist has them now jubilation!
Releasing previous worries and cares,
Soon to be a celebration!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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