Relapsing, Episode 4

Relapsing, Episode 4

A Poem by LadyAnn68
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The following drama of relapse of one individual who feel with crack

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Relapsing, Episode 4

 

Plead with mom to get out of jail

Talk your dad into money for bail

But what dad wants in return

To extract the promise that you have learned

So glad are you, “Yes” you proclaim

“Jail time has made me feel ashamed”

Professing with great intention of heart

To stay home with a new life to start

So excited to be going home

The wild oats are finally sewn

You make a chore list of things to do

To make mom and dad proud of you

 

But on return things seemed changed

Been in jail parents estranged

You think for a moment deep in the night

I can do this, I can make things right

But voices negating inside your head

Unable to lie still in your bed

Crawling to his nightstand on knees

Stealing opportunity your dad’s car keys

Next it’s on to mom’s jewelry drawer

To hoc or sell at the pawn store

You’re not really stealing you’ll put it back

Just one more need some crack

 

Get to the dealers to make a purchase

Intending to leave was your purpose

But suddenly they invite you to join in

A circle of skeletons with wide grins

And once that last dollar is spent

Eviction comes absent the rent

One stands up possesses a huge gun

“I know where to get money for fun”

Unknowingly offer to drive DAD’s car

Everyone smiles agrees to your part

Try to knock off a convenient store

Police catch you outside the door

 

Click goes the handcuffs you know the routine

Back to the holding cell with officers too mean

Take you alone tell you to strip

Check for drugs between your hips

Dad’s car in the police impound

"Armed Robbery" was echoing in sound

As you lay on the silver steel slab

Thinking of father and mother so sad

A tear drops from the corner of your eye

No way around this, no way to lie

Silently you look up to pray

“God…I'm scared” was all you could say

 

©LadyAnn Graham-Gilreath

February 19, 2015

 

 

 

 

 

© 2015 LadyAnn68


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Oh this one pains me, it seems to go downhill from the relapse for a while, nothing going right but if we fight it and we put our minds to it, we can recover rom the relapse and with the support from family and friends, we will get there eventually.

What a way to end... It is so vivid and excellently written.

Posted 9 Years Ago


LadyAnn68

9 Years Ago

As I explained..there are 2 more episodes....next is sex for drugs...this will entail catching catch.. read more
The story led to a very sad ending. Parent and family are brought in. I lost four brothers to drugs. Left family in bad shape. We haven't heal yet. Their death caused a distance. Thank you for sharing the story. Addiction affect all families.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


LadyAnn68

9 Years Ago

There are 2 more episodes coming...please read them...the story will have a powerful emotional endin.. read more
LadyAnn68

9 Years Ago

Oh yes...families are broken to pieces...you will see this and the healing process for them is just .. read more
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

Thank you. I had to go to a old friend grave in 2010. This helped me. Soldiers have different kind o.. read more
Isn't it sick the things we will do to feed the addiction, so sad! I enjoyed reading this and b-blessed.

Posted 9 Years Ago


LadyAnn68

9 Years Ago

Jamestown...have you read the first 3 episodes???? This is a mini-series...it will have a super gre.. read more

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Added on February 19, 2015
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LadyAnn68
LadyAnn68

Canton, SD



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I am in my 50's and a student at Grand Canyon University for my Masters of Science in International Addictive Studies. I plan to do my PhD in Addiction Psychology at Intern at Boston Treatment Center. more..

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