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Drugs Instead Of Hugs
by David Pekrul
copyright 03-05-2006


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
For me this is a work of fiction, but for many others, it is everyday life. Drug abuse has no redeeming value. All it does is destroy.

I dream about a better day,
And wish my fears would pass,
And I could live in perfect peace,
And then look back and laugh.

Instead, I live with doubt and pain,
And worry every day,
That I will never know the joy,
Of those who laugh and play.

I'll never know what it is like,
To have a quiet life,
To have some friends who care for me,
Or have a loving wife.

For just a few short years ago,
I started taking drugs,
To make up for the many times,
My folks refused my hugs.

I never felt their love at home,
They didn't even try,
To show a little tenderness,
So now I'm getting high.

I find it's getting hard to think,
My mind is in a fog,
I cannot walk, I'm falling down,
And lie here like a log.

I cannot speak without a slur,
I cannot move about,
I've lost the faith I had in God,
And left with all these doubts.

Whatever happened to the boy,
Who had so many dreams?
Now all I have is hopelessness,
And nightmares, so extreme.

I lay here in this gutter, as
I watch my flame go dim,
And hum the tune, "Amazing Grace",
And wonder where it's been.


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05-16-2006 Shannon W.    

This is very true with some people, I know. My mom used to be addicted to pain killers, she went to a rehab and got better. Both my brother and sister smoke and smoke pot. I DON'T do any of that stuff. I don't like the smell of smoke either or the effects of it.
03-06-2006 Tiffany Forster    

I agree with Debra, this is a chilling work. Amazing and wonderfully put together, but chilling in its reality.
-hands him chocolate fudge and a snowglobe-
Brillinat work.

Tiffany
03-06-2006 Debra Rose    

"Whatever happened to the boy,
Who had so many dreams?
Now all I have is hopelessness,
And nightmares, so extreme."

I asked myself that a lot when I started speed. "What happened to Daddy's little girl? What happened to the princess who dreamed of Disney Lives or becoming the Veterinarian?" It always was a sickening obsession with me...how I changed from being the innocent little daddy's girl playing tea parties...to scoring meth on the corner of Freemont.

Though I don't agree with Gregory. We can be cured (as I have).

This poem is horrific. It is true, and a horror I've lived through as well...although it doesn't take years to get where the narrator is.

It takes only a few times.

And then you're gone.

Chilling work, David. Wonderful, but chilling
03-06-2006 Gregory Christiano    

David: you've touched on a poignant and ugly topic...drugs being evil personified. Crack-heads, dope-addicts etc...like child molesters...can never be cured! Drugs breed crime, moral depravity and cultural decay. Your piece is stinging, gripping and brings home the point hard. Drugs ruins lives - the user's and everyone around him. But ask yourself, why is it so prevalent in our society? That's a whole other topic...the reason and what's being done to stop it! Thanks for bringing this to our attention!
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