Addiction is cruel, that’s the main rule.
Abstaining from the vein, is the ultimate aim.
Whether inhaled, ingested or intravenous injected.
Drugs don’t discriminate who are infected.
Loneliness, lies and broken family ties.
No trees of green, just dark cloudy skies.
Whatever ya poison, its basically the same.
Nobody lives long in this perilous game.
So a trip to the quack, to get off the smack.
No cannabis, alcohol, vallies or crack.
Life finally feels better without all this junk.
I’m progressing, not stressing or perfecting to be a
monk.
So off to inspire coz I’m ready to retire.
Hopefully get tools, set goals, gain desire.
Discover, recover, turn over a new leaf.
At last I’ve no need for a criminal brief.
It’s time to grow up, I’m no Peter Pan.
Time to build a recovery plan.
Motivation, dedication and desire to change.
Nothings impossible, its all within range.
by David Bayliff
