Poetry - Few poems I wrote about heroin

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[top]Stuck on the conveyor belt

Repetition that’s the life of an addict
Abandoned, neglected no-one cares
He walks down the street trying to avoid the stares
That is the life of an addict

Dirty smackhead that’s all you see
A loner filled with vacancy
Track marks there for all to see
That is the life of an addict

Stuck on the conveyor belt, dragged along
Stealing and cheating, he knows it’s wrong
But the heroin’s took hold, He’ll soon be gone
That is the life of an addict

A wanderer lost with piercing eyes
A life filled with lots of whys
He cannot answer so he lies
That is the life of an addict

Deserted by those near and dear
A soul bereft of conscience and full of fear
A spoon, a pin is always near
That is the life of an addict

This despicable bum so full of greed
50 pounds a day is all he needs
To fix the sickness, skag he feeds
That is the life of an addict

A life of yearning, he’ll never be free
An existence full of heresy
An addict is all he’ll ever be
That sad desperate addict is me

[top]Lifting

Nobody really likes to steal,
But everyone needs at least one meal.
I hate doing this its’ just not me,
But what can I do I have no money.

I walk into a shopping mall,
Looking for targets, what about that stall.
Watches, gold there’s lots to get,
The blokes distracted, some gold I net.

I walk away laughing to myself,
I’m going to go in here and clear the shelves.
I walk in to this huge place,
Not realising the security knows my face.

I make my way up the aisle,
The staff are looking at the cameras meanwhile.
There is something decent to nick,
I make my way over double quick.

Stuff things into my big bag wildly,
While flitting my eyes to the sides slyly.
I must get out of this superstore,
Now it is time to make for the door.

No-one saw me I am pretty sure,
I simply could not resist the lure.
My heart is beating oh so fast,
I cannot wait til this time has past.

I am nearly at the entrance,
I make my last backwards glance.
I think I am on the home run,
I’m almost there, the jobs almost done.

I can hear footsteps behind me quickening.
I’m gonna get caught the feeling’s sickening.
Here comes a big security guard,
What’s in the bag makes running hard.

A rugby tackle brings me to the ground,
I hit the floor with a crunching sound.
Now then what have we here?
Just some aftershave, I need some gear.

Come inside we need to talk,
My legs are trembling , it’s hard to walk.
I hope you realise the police have been called,
My heart now stops, it seems to have stalled.

The copper comes and isn’t surprised.
Some lynx and aftershave the pig surmised.
How did you guess the guard reply’s
Why did you do it son and no lies.

I need some smack I’m withdrawing badly,
The copper just looks at me sadly.
Come on then let’s go to the station,
All I feel right now is frustration.

The next few hours in a cell,
For me it will be sheer hell.
They take me in for interview,
My choice I am beginning to rue.

I plead guilty straight away,
But I must go back in the cell and lay,
They give me a court date I must attend,
Why of why did I re-offend?

Theft at first it seems so easy.
Then get caught you feel so sleazy.
They catch everyone at it in the end.
Then to jail they send.

Prison greets you like a friend,
Is this how it’s supposed to end?
I never expected to be here,
Just to get a wrap of gear.

This is sick I must get out,
The guards do not listen when I shout.
Incarceration is not cushy like your led to believe,
Prison is hard, I will no longer thieve.

At least in here I can get some gear,
And 3 meals a day and a friend who is near.
Maybe I am better off inside,
To myself I have to lie.

[top]Euphoria

Unwrap the bag, unveil the brown,
For the next few hours I won’t be down
Put the citric on the pan
Shake out the contents, about a gram

Hold the lighter under the spoon
Golden brown the colour will be soon
The mixtures bubbling, it’s nearly ready
Get the syringe draw back real steady

Slide the needle under the skin,
Feel the pop I know it’s in
Pull the plunger back once more
Feel the gear soothe the sores

Claret oozes out of me
But all I feel right now is glee
So I lay back and feel the hit
Roll back my eyes, my teeth I’ll grit

Now I am in the land of nod
When you’ve got smack who needs god?
Content and in a world of dreams
Not a life falling apart at the seams

I wish I could stay in this world of peace
Alas the effects are starting to cease
Crashing back down to a world of pain
The gear no longer in my veins

Now I’m back I feel depressed
Back to an existence full of stress
I must return to that wondrous place
My piece of heaven, my own little space.

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