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Everywhere I go people seem to follow. They’re just sitting there. Watching, Waiting for me to slip up. For most people it has to be done a few times. But for me, it’s that first hit that gets me hooked- That one taste, that seals my fate. It seems no matter how hard I try the urge overwhelms and consumes me- Like a beast in the night showing no mercy towards its blind prey. It’s just that every time I plan something, every time I try to do something for my family, it all turns wrong. Not because I was unable to but because I slipped up. I slipped up. I should have walked away when I saw them light up that first cigar. I should have said “No”. But instead I sat there and lit up my fate- Gave up my life. I’d be a miracle if my family forgave me. I’ve put them through so much pain, and I just want to say, “I’M SORRY!” “I’M SORRY!” I wish I could do it all over- take the better path. I suppose I shouldn’t live my life dwelling in the past. My mother always told me, “Live life in the present for the past has passed.” I didn’t understand what she meant at first, but now my eyes are open to all of life’s treasures. Life is always changing- And it’s never too late for that! NEVER!
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
The Urge
Everywhere I go people seem to follow. They’re just sitting there. Watching, Waiting for me to slip up. For most people it has to be done a few times. But for me, it’s that first hit that gets me hooked- That one taste, that seals my fate. It seems no matter how hard I try the urge overwhelms and consumes me- Like a beast in the night showing no mercy towards its blind prey. It’s just that every time I plan something, every time I try to do something for my family, it all turns wrong. Not because I was unable to but because I slipped up. I slipped up. I should have walked away when I saw them light up that first cigar. I should have said “No”. But instead I sat there and lit up my fate- Gave up my life. I’d be a miracle if my family forgave me. I’ve put them through so much pain, and I just want to say, “I’M SORRY!” “I’M SORRY!” I wish I could do it all over- take the better path. I suppose I shouldn’t live my life dwelling in the past. My mother always told me, “Live life in the present for the past has passed.” I didn’t understand what she meant at first, but now my eyes are open to all of life’s treasures. Life is always changing- And it’s never too late for that! NEVER!
This poem was inspired by the struggle someone most dear to me has overcome. The urge can be tempting...but dangerous.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
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