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Relapse

  • 16-01-2005 2:04am
    #1
    Fenian
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    This is a poem about how i felt after i relapsed into the life i gave up. I won't go into my life story but i know if it wasn't for the Republican movement that gave my life direction i would still be a degenertate junkie. I know the poem isn't a literary masterpiece but i think it's simple and to the point, hope ye like it.



    There’s nothing left and I'm all alone.
    Sweaty sheets and grinding teeth.
    The laugh is gone and my top's back on.
    I need to recover to get my mind right,
    I've enough drugs in my system to last me my life.

    Never again i say truly to God,
    It was just one relapse, I was lost in the fog.
    But now that it’s cleared I can see once again,
    I see where it’s got me, laying demented in bed.

    My bodies revolting as is my mind,
    From all those pills I thought were so kind.
    My body doesn’t lie neither my mind,
    Next time I’m offered I’ll kindly decline.

    Now I’ve learned my lesson I truly do hope.
    This is the end for all the coke, yokes and dope.
    My life won’t go down into that mire of ****,
    I’ve only just crawled out of that detestable pit.


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