In childhood abused,
tortured and used,
her life torn apart
by a man with no heart.
Rampant cancer took hold,
pummeled body and soul.
Young girl tried in vain
to rid self of pain.
Drank too many beers,
cried too many tears.
Pills put in her hand
began a new plan
to self medicate
and lessen her ache.
Too soon she sought
new cures to be taught.
The needle she shared
the night she was paired
with a user she knew-
an illness he brewed.
Chilling words told
Her test results showed
she burned with a virus
which could be controlled.
She must stay clean
and follow the plan
A cocktail of pills
was placed in her hand.
In a list
A contest entry
- Show Me Your Heart ... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended May 16, 2007, 14 entries
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This is a powerful and sad write. So much truth and pain spoken in these words. Thanks for entering my contest. Blessings, Patty
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Perhaps this shows extreme suffering from cradle to grave but the sad end is the prescribed relief that merely replaces other addictions and becomes, of itself, a rod and a crutch. And, sadly, the docs say, don't worry you can always double, triple, quadruple the dose. A sad reflection here on life as she is died. Hard, compelling, real.
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Lost for words, this is one powerful and moving piece. So sad that this stuff really happens. Congratulations on your hm.
James
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This poem echoes a very tragic thing that I see happening in the youth of today... in ten years, I expect that many of my classmates will either be dead or on life sustaining drugs, because of the promiscuity, and the drugs, and all the crap that they do for some reason...
but this also spoke to me on a deeper level and was a bit of a reflection on some of my feelings... I've told myself that If I come down with a serious disease, cancer, or anything of the sort, where it's "take this every day for the rest of your live" or chemo or the like, I've told myself that I will refuse treatment... as soon as I'm eighteen, I plan on taking out a DNR order, because I'd rather die than live a life of suffering....
wow... this is a random sphel, I know...
but an amazing write nevertheless, my friend.
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You'd be surprised what people do to hold on to life. In this case, the end is supposed to give a glimpse of hope, of choice.
My brother is in a nursing home. He is 55 years old, single, and has suffered psychologically and physically for much of his life. somehow, though, of late his will has become stronger to live. He has been through a couple of rough episodes this year, where I thought he may die.
Suffering is relative. Everyone suffers. When you have a family you fight through disease for them.
The best guarantee for good health that we have is to take good care of ourselves.
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This is a different twist of fate to someone abused, however it is seen more often than not. In the words of Marilyn Manson
"A pill to make you numb
a pill to make you dumb
a pill to make you anybody else,
but all the drugs in this world wont save her from herself"
I loved this poem, very emotional and (pill)popping.
Drank too many beers,
cried too many tears.
Pills put in her hand
began a new plan
to self medicate
and lessen her ache.
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This is a very truthful poem and very understanding for those who get lost in their pain and suffering. And they look to other things to get control.
Keep up the great works! -
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I actually was trying to submit a different poem. I just wrote another poem loosely based on the poem/prayer you just read.
Can you take another look?
This new one is not a prewrite.
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