Sunday, 18 March 2012

You-The Stealer

From the first encounter with you, you steal

You steal a soul
You steal sons and daughters
You steal mothers and fathers from their children
You steal relationships on all levels

You don't discriminate, oh no, not you
You don't care which class or gender, colour or creed
You take what doesn't belong to you
You destroy everyone who comes in to contact with you

You take away hopes and dreams
You take away self worth
You take away pride
You take away morals

You are the devil incarnate
You walk among us insidiously everyday
You are pure evil
You create evil actions

You steal memories
You steal rites of passage
You steal normal
You stole from me

God damn you Heroin

7 comments:

Lesley Beeton said...

Hugs.

Brilliant poem. No more words.

Lesley x.

Kala said...

Lots of love xx

sandysview said...

Sorry to hear of this. I know of some friends and collagues who are familiar with Heroins work. My first fiance was a former user. Its nasty stuff in more lives than we think. The fact that I know so many off people I know who have a member of family somewhere struggling. I get very irate and a little shouty when people compare cigarettes with Heroin. I would say I hope things turn out well for you but that would be inappropriate. I hope you continue to find strength might be better. x

Sha said...

Thank you so much for your comment Sandy. I know this is not a fluffy post and it is nice for it to be acknowledged. I am ever hopeful after taking my daughter to start a 5 month rehab programme today we just may come out the other side. X

Ben Hatch said...

That sounded like it came from the heart.

Ben Hatch said...

That sounded like it came from the heart.

Sha said...

Very much so Ben, thank you for taking time to comment on my writing, very much appreciated x

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