What Could Possibly Compare?

Addiction Drama~

What Could Possibly Compare

What could possibly compare?
To the murder of my soul
The drug dealer that dug my hole
The wipeout of a gentle kind
The devastating loss of a brilliant mind
Feelings of total annihilation and despair
The responsibility of being the heir
Suicidal thoughts from my disintegrating heart
Never wanting the drugs to part
What could possibly compare?

How could I see?
From the bottom of the human pack
Out from under the rocks of crack
From inside the smoky lonely locked room
The opaque future of devastation and gloom
Through the storm of the inside hurricane
The clouds that block the normal and the sane
From the blood tears that steep and arise
Spilling torrentially from wild-set eyes
How could I see?

What’s left to lose?
Loud screams of blazing fire
Worthless life of heightened drug desire
Youth, family, and learned virtues
No distinction between lies and truths
The ability to ever say no
Following an evil-bound decrepit shadow
No place left to self-cleanse
Losing my words from all my pens
What’s left to lose?

How can I come back to me?
Have courage to stand tall and face
Things out of line that I misplaced
Find new words illuminating bright
Regain my faith from God’s laws of right
Sing like the angels in my dream
Work recovery to stay abstinently clean
Finding the wisdom to lose the dope
Follow my heart of education and hope
This is how to come back to me…back to LadyAnn

“WHAT COULD POSSIBLY COMPARE TO ADDICTION AND ITS REPAIR?”

©LadyAnn Graham-Gilreath
February 12, 2016

Reviews

[Em]

I am so in love this poem. I am a recovering addict, and this poem is just perfection. I love the flow of the whole thing. You really have such a talent.