Does it really matter¿

A poem based on Romans 12:2.
"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will."

I never really realized what being my own worst enemy was like.. until recently.

How do you feel when you are all alone?

Detailed Poem.

The need is Intense,for another dose,

Among the people ,we call Drug Addicts,

They would do anything-even kill,

To get another “Fix",

Parents think and perceive,that their child is under vctimized,

The addict needs Medical help,

Not Exorcism,

Figuring out,the problem,would make a solution easier,

The addict faces,headaches,loss of appetite and sleepless nights,

What they do,during the Episode,

The drug addict,fails to recall.

Its not sufficient to take care of our children”s clothing and food,

Its Imperative that parents grow with a child and see them through,

adolescence and generally through life.

There is no pleasure left in their lives,when they face "The Withdrawal".

Mental illnesses are more prevalent,than people know!!

They say we are the amalgamation of our physical, mental, intellectual, emotional and spiritual parts.

The plagues of mental torment on the human mind…

Money matters
but not for long
All is left behind when
tam-tams the final gong.

Appetite gone
Libido reduced
youth and beauty
to make-up induced.

A look into the nature of myself.