A poem about heroin addiction: Venomous
As I anxiously wait for the magistrate’s date
I sit and ponder my majestic mistakes.
My crimes are gathered ’round me in a pool of shame,
what a fool I was to think that alone I could change.
Over and over poison coursed through my veins
like venom from a lovely, deadly and devious snake.
And all the while I prayed to God for God to fix
the troubles caused by my own tortured state.
Instead – He placed me in this iron-barred fate
alone, all alone with my majestic mistakes.
God, I cried, why is this to be my fate?
Yet the days ticked by and I began to slowly awake
and move away from my sure date with death
with that lovely, conniving, and venomous snake.
I could see with clear eyes how it was God’s loving grace
that landed me here in my iron-barred fate.
Near now, so near, the magistrates date –
and yet I clearly see that my majestic mistakes
Were a blessing from God allowing me to awake
from the poisonous bite of my venomous snake.
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God Bless You and i wish you the best. I will pray for You everyday.
Hi, you have wriiten such a beautiful, but true poem. I know this because I’am a addict myself, and I can certaintly relate to you when you say it is like a snake. When I was high I felt that I could do anything, the last thing on my mind was I could die. There were times, I got so high, I should have died, I was drinking Volka, I think I drank a whole pint with my brother-in-law (May he rest in peace), he died of a overdose of herion, anyway like I said we were drinking, and I kept taking my pills that the dr. had prescribed for me (They were barbituates, pretty strong ones at that), I must have taken at least 40 pills that night, and I passed out. The next day my husband went to check on me, and I had white stuff coming out of my mouth. (I was almost dead. He called the paramedics, and they rushed me to the hospital. I was on the resperator for a couple of days. When I came out, I was in the psyc. ward for 72 hours, I explained to the dr. that I didn’t remember taking the barbituates, (which I didn’t), they released me. I thank God everday that I didn’t die. Today I still take pain releavers, I have to, but not like I used to. I read your beautiful poem, and I know you wrote it from your heart, I wish you all the luck in the world, because I know it wasn’t easy. You have set an wonderful example for other peope to follow. God Bless You, and keep up the good work. Sincerely Nezzie
Everything happens fpr a reason. Beautiful
I am sending your poem to my son who is in prison for the first time. He is a very good person and is doing well. I can see you won’t let the time do you but will make it work for you. Keep my son in your prayers.
CCMom, Thank you for sharing my poem with your son. I am sure he is going through a lot of self growth himself. I hope the best for him and will keep him in my prayers.
Hey there, I know your mom from PTO and she directed me here. When you get out you need to be a professional writer. This blog is AMAZINGLYwell-written! KUDOS to you!
Hey Sarah, thanks so much for the compliment about my writing! I actually wanted to be a writer when I was young, but life took me on a different path. Maybe this is my chance to get back to my youthful dreams of life. Again, thank you so much.