Addiction 2

1 Corinthians 10:13 

13 No trial has overtaken you that is not faced by others.

And God is faithful: He will not let you be tried beyond

what you are able to bear, but with the trial will also provide

way out so that you may be able to endure it.

 

 

I am standing at the verge ... called: the deep end.

It is my choice ... and decision to go over.

I arrived here in a hurry ... with almost no time to brake

and now here out of breath ... in search of a four leave clover.

 

Trusting in a small green leaf ... does not bring me solace.

Searching in the stars ... brought me to this point.

Are there not any answers ... after trying so many religions?

I filled myself with booze and dope ... and smoked many a joint.

 

My head now runs over ... with emptiness inside.

Sick off myself I arrived ... at the final choice.

Embraced now in blindness ... of all the things I sowed.

No idea of what is next ... in my life filled with toys.

 

I’m sick of it; I can’t go on ... how can I get attention?

If I try to kill myself ... would anyone notice?

Will someone feel sorry ... and show me apprehension?

Not just the friends I have ... for like me they are impotent.

 

Where is the answer ... that’ll show me the way out?

Yes, you told me a while ago ... but that isn’t too smart.

That would be to easy ... just trust in Jesus Christ.

There must be another way ... where I can do my part.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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