I haven’t heard from my friend Yelena in quite some time. She sent me a new recovery poem. Please enjoy and check out her site http://moosemoosepublishing.com
ByYelena Nudel
Bed of Lies
Another one of those days
You wake up in a haze
Still weakened from its touch
Dependent like a crutch
You run to find a map
But it’s a booby trap
Dropping to an empty ground
No one’s there to hear the sound
Lying in a bed of lies
Then you open up your eyes
How are you to survive today
When you’ve lost all yesterday
Will you ever get away
From this game you love to play
Bowl of Sorrow
Going through another night
You refuse to see the light
You’re a tragedy from Greece
Living without any peace
Eating from a bowl of sorrow
Passing out until tomorrow
Nightmares banging on the door
Waking on your bedroom floor
Thoughts are flying in the air
Healing is a sudden scare
Straight is not a pleasant sound
You love spinning round and round
Your oblivion is true
Death is on its way to you
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This poem really moved me. My favorite line was “Will you ever get away, From this game you love to play” because it shows the struggle of a user trying to depart from something that means a lot to them. Thank you for sharing and I’ll make sure to check out her site!
This poem really struck a cord with me. I think each of us has some kind of demon within us that can help us related to this poem. The poem just shows the torment and power of addiction. The denial from the user’s perspective is also apparent in the line, “you refuse to see the light.”
Very good and sympathetic poem. My favorite line was:
“Eating from a bowl of sorrow
Passing out until tomorrow”
It’s so true for so many people. Also, I liked:
“How are you to survive today
When you’ve lost all yesterday”
because it puts things in perspective. On and on, great poem. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful poem! Bravo, I say! I’ll be trying to write one myself later this afternoon, as I’ve got lots of stories to share on the subject. I can’t name a favorite line, as I liked them all.
This is such a delicate, lyrical poem! I loved every bit of it, and some parts reminded me of myself and my struggles.
“Your oblivion is true
Death is on its way to you”
This was really scary, and a fitting end. Makes me glad I got over my addiction. Thank you for publishing it here.
Also check out addiction recovery poetry.
I found your blog on google and read a few of your other posts. Keep up the good work. Look forward to reading more from you in the future.
Let me give you extra for this poem.
when I woke up this morning …
I no longer see the peace ..
I no longer see the butterfly ..
I had seen was only the cries of the victims of war.
what is it with the world
where lies the peace?.
where I had to find it?
or I’ll never find it again?
hopefully tomorrow ..
when I go to school
I woke up with my mother’s smile.
that woke me with kesejukannya.
sorry if the sequel is not good.
thanks.