A poem that gives readers a look into the side effects addiction |
"Side Effects" I woke up this morning as tired as can be, Because all through the night I slept restlessly. Thoughts swim in my head, can't seem to shake Of all I've seen and the mistakes I make. I know a childless mother who would cry into her hands. Life slipped between fingers and no one understands. I saw a homeless man who would sleep in the park. He looked with absent eyes, world left him in the dark. I heard of an aging man who still deals on the corner. He plays the games of the street and is only getting older. And I knew a young lady who would walk these roads. Doing things she never thought of for a fix and some clothes. I heard a fatherless child who cried out for attention. Trying to act cool, trouble at school, now on suspension. I've known a family who still cries throughout the night. Another one of those bags put out a child's living light. And I can relate to a girl, and her name is me. She's exhausted, sick and tired of being a junkie. So I woke up this morning as tired as can be. A tear fell from my face and I dropped to my knees. I looked up to the lord, the one I pushed away, Folded my hands and prayed "Please save me today." ~•~•~•~Laura Dittsworth |