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Dad why won't you stop?

We were best of buds back in the day

Then you became addicted to drugs

You become cold and mean

I was taken away from you for my safety

All because of what I said

I cared for you and your health

Was that not enough?

Now six years later

I'm an adult and can see for myself

You are the same exact way

All the lies you tell me

About being clean and serene

Why live a reckless life?

Where getting high is all that matters

Watching you ruin your life to this day

Kills me inside

I know what you are capable of

I constantly give you the benefit of the doubt

Only to be let down again

I don't know what it will take for you to see

That you can be more without drugs

I would love to spend another day

With my "old" dad

Before his addiction kills him

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The poem is pretty much self explanatory. While writing it I started crying thinking of how my dad was before and how he is now. :'( Well... I have school in the morning so I'm off to bed. Thanks for the contest.

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  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    November 15, 2008
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    Sometimes people are unable to help themselves and therefore cannot help you... he was being selfish and introvert, though he never knew he was doing this no doubt. It was a slow start to a huge downfall and if he couldn't/can't pull himself out of it, he should get help and if he couldn't get that, it's his own peril and it hurts to watch someone we care about slowly destroy themselves.

  • celadia
    November 11, 2008

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    This is so sad, so feeling and I'm so sorry for you and for your Dad, yours is truly a story about how drugs can ruin a person. This is a strong prose poem, thanks for entering my contest.


  • Debbie Hansman
    November 4, 2008

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    I could feel your pain in this. To see someone you love....living with an addiction...when all you want is for him to be who he use to be a long time ago.

    You expressed your feelings well in this.

    Thank you for entering & Good luck!

    debbie


  • Brooklynn Tainted gold member
    November 3, 2008
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    Wow this is a really powerfull poem. I know some of what your going through. My dads addicted to drugs to and its hard somtimes. After a while it gets annoying when your father asks you for gas money cause he already spent all his on pot. Anyways really great write. Hope things get better :]