This is a poem I wrote about my mother who is addicted to Meth. This drug will destroy your life. This is my story.
What I been through in the past few months is outrageous like,
bad luck with me is truly contagious,
sit back and listen to some words I scibbled on some pages,
and its odd,
How such a small piece of glass can make such a huge explosion,
Bursting and exposing the strings of my family,
as I stand back numb and frozen,
as I watch her melt away,
her family, her love, her sense of right and wrong,
her will to move on and live her life strong…
my mom
ya see, she messed up in the past,
she was blessed with another chance,
but I’m no longer her priority so now I’m last,
and i felt it from the moment she was slipping away from me,
like venom from a snake it took her mind and now she cant see,
my once healthy and wholesome mother is nothing but skin and bones,
out on the corner selling stolen phones,
and leaving my heart with holes,
and I’m back with the one who took me in before,
my grandmother of course,
and this has all hit my life hard with drastic force,
the monster that is taking over her mind,
clearly affects mine,
a ripping in my heart, a tear in my intestine,
when I’m around her bad vibes climb up my spine,
clinging to my brain and they entwine,
leaving me beat and battered without a whine.
so I’m speechless,
i feel i cannot accept this,
missing them nights when my mind is about to wonder
and my mothers about to seal my good night dreams with a kiss,
now it seems i can only reminess,
about my mother who i always seem to miss.
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