Opiate Addiction: Poem from the Dark
This initial blog is dedicated to one of my first opiate addicted clients from 25 years ago and it describes the struggle with opiate addiction. Every client that has read it relates and feels the dark chills of recognition.
The poem was given to me and has been read and copied hundreds of times. Feel free to share as you see appropriate. My apologies if the poem offends you-is not my intent.
“WITH THIS NEEDLE, I THEE WED
So now little man, you’re tired of grass
LSD, acid, cocaine, and hash
When someone pretending to be a true friend
Said “I’ll introduce you to Miss Heroin”
Well, honey, before you start fooling with me
Let me inform you of just how it’ll be
For I will seduce you and make you my slave.
I’ve sent stronger men than you straight to their grave.
You’ll think you could never be such a disgrace
Then you’ll end up addicted to poppy seed waste.
You’ll start by inhaling me, one afternoon
Then you’ll take me into your arms very soon.
And once I have entered deep down in your vein
The craving will really drive you insane.
You’ll need lots of money (have you already been told?)
For darling, I am much more expensive than gold.
You’ll swindle you mother for less than a buck,
You’ll end up an animal, vile and corrupt.
You’ll mug and you’ll steal for a narcotic charm
And only feel content when I’m deep in your arm.
One day you’ll realize the monster you’re grown,
Then solemnly promise to leave me alone.
If you think you’ll have the mystical knack
Just come on and try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your guts in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot.
The hot chill, the cold sweats, the withdrawal pains
Can only be eased by my little white grains.
There is no other way, no need to look
For deep down inside you’ll know that you’re hooked.
You’ll desperately run to the pusher and then
You’ll welcome me back to your vein once again.
And when you return, as I have foretold,
You’ll ultimately give me your body and soul.
You’ll give up our morals, your conscience, your heart
And then you’ll be mine, ‘til death do us part.
I have spent 20+ years encouraging and supporting individuals who want to rid themselves of the “mistress” before “death do us part”. My heart bleeds for those we have lost, children, parents, friends, loved ones. My sympathy if you, my reader, have lost anyone you love to this vicious addiction.