Loving an Addict

Loving an Addict

A Poem by Shayla Sayer

I held her close

And tried so hard to keep her

To make her remain the girl I knew

Not the person she was turning into.

But the monster called�"

And she came

Now she hardly even notices

When I call her name.

She’s different, corrupted somehow

By a drug, a drink, a game

Where she’s betting with all she has

All she is

And all she might someday be.

Her past, present, future

All thrown away for the next hit.

I hardly know her

But I can hardly help but love her

Beside her�"I can protect her

In my arms, she is safe.

At least… She used to be

Once I was enough for her

But now she craves a burn I cannot give her

A high she wont reach alongside me

A drug, a drink, a game

An addiction that drives her insane

What is to be done?

She’s no longer the girl I loved�"the girl I knew�"

The one who whispered “I love you”

In the dark

She’s lost without a spark

To keep her lantern lit.

A match flares

She breathes in…

There is nothing left for me to save

There is nothing I can do.

© 2011 Shayla Sayer


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I adore this! It makes me feel happy to be who I am and I know what it feels like to lose someone so close from drugs and addiction. It shows how drugs can affect more than the person involved with them.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I absolutely love this. So sad and so very true. I defiantly can relate to the feelings of overwhelming anxiety due to losing someone to the awful nightmare of drugs and addiction. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Perfectly captures the essence of the collateral damage of addiction. Really liked "..she is safe. At least...She used to be" nice demonstration of conflicted uncertainty. Only word that stuck out that stopped me was the somehow in "corrupted somehow". I think I expected "She's different, corrupted and torn" or something along that line....somehow showed an uncertainty that didnt seem to fit what the narrator knows...just my opinion...great work Shayla

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow I love the line "a drug, a drink, a game." A great heartfelt poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Shayla Sayer
Shayla Sayer

Fontana, CA



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i love to write. i have been penning down my feelings since i was 13. in my own opinion, writing is sort of like love and wine--it only gets better with age. more..