Dingy motels, dirty sheets, but at least I knew you were off of the dangerous streets.
Meth reached out and touched our lives, leaving us you chose a life of lies.
Your wisdom and strength kept me sane, not such a worry knowing you would be back again.
Thumbing through my most recent journal I found your letter and felt less turmoil.
"Nicole, I need your help. I just can't do it alone.
One day just seems to keep running into another, I need you to call detox and set it up for me. If I don't get help I know I will -d-i-e---. Love, Me."
Tears sprung quickly to my eyes, running fast down my face I knew this letter had been written in desperation and I was now in a race.
A race against the demon that was trying to destroy
All we knew of love and joy.
Missed a phone call one late night, but the message you left kept hope in sight.
You were coming back home to get the help you needed.
The meth that had crept into your depths didn't seem so deep seeded.
One last run and then you'd be done.
On your way home to the love only your family could provide you.
Something went terribly wrong, that demon meth wanted it's due.
Showing up you knocked on the door.
His wife was mad, vengeful and scandelous.
Through her deceptive agenda she ended us.
Police came rushing, guns pointed for the thrill.
Shouting and screaming they were high on their horses.
Not interested in the truth that was being whispered through the Angels voices.
One Two Three Four... they shot four times and made their trophy kill.
Pieces of me died with you that day,
Only the promise of revenge could keep my own demise at bay.
But as with all wounds time took it's toll.
Now I am okay, will see you again, will love you forever.
This I know.
Thank You for never leaving us, you have always been here.
In our hearts, in our thoughts and right next to us...
So near.
Author notes
fresh write due to bug
A contest entry
- In Honor Of My 50th Gold Trophy On AP by BluesMan.
3000 points, ended February 27, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I can feel the pain dripping off the screen. This poem has touched the depths of my soul. I went into Rehab for the first time back in 1984 for Meth I totally feel and understand your pain Thank you for entering my contest
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The pain in this piece spilled all over the screen like black ink on a white dress. This was very vivid and heart wrenching. It mus have been hard for you. I love how you found strenght and realizations that helped you to the place where it seems you are now (and that couldn't have been easy to make it there). My hat goes off to you. A good job on this; a releashing here, that reminds me of 'blood-letting'.
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there is a strength in this poem mixed with the pain, i think that is what i like about this poem, keep it flowing.
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Beautiful.
A truly wonderful poem, it's sad and well written. I can't totally understand this pain; but I understand pain. I know it's hard but it's good that you pull through. Wonderful write.
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Sadness walks through this poem with a promise of love that will live on, this is so heart felt and well written, blessings with love John
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poignant
very sad..they say time heals the pain, that's what they say..I pray they're right. A very deep heartfelt piece my friend..
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