A poem of past affliction with weed.

 

No more crying

No more tears

Away with all the fear

You make it disapear

Make me numb

From all the pain

Till I am left speechless

With nothing left to say

Surpriseingly my mind is raceing

But nothing left to say

Mind races with unwanted thoughts

Thoughts you were supost to make dissapear

You were supost to take all pain away

Yet my pain i only this extreame when I play your game

Yet I cant seem to stay away

You were my life and life without you is unknown

Seeming so scary but wanted so much

Not happening now

So here you go

I’ll load you up

And soke you gone

Till you are no more

Untill your temptations knock on my door again

And I become speechless once again

With nothing left to say…

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  • shaneprairie on Sep 20, 2009

    Weed aint good for you. Stay away from it it’ll get you in alot of trouble.

  • d dunn on Sep 21, 2009

    nice poems can you view my things plz??

  • B. A. MacDonald on Sep 21, 2009

    Take a hit just to ease life up for a moment,

    I know how you feel.

    Keep writing kid!

  • Frances Lawrence on Sep 26, 2009

    The poem expresses very well how weed adds to your problems and makes your situation so much worse. Keep on with the poetry.

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