Poetry

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I could hear the thundering tick of the clock
All was not well, as I reached down for my rock
Each precious second was passing ever so slow
Why or how I did not know

Everything was out of whack
As I leaned over to smoke my crack
I try to stop, but to no avail
I truly fear my soul will go straight to hell

God knows my heart
Why oh why did I ever start
Jesus sweet Jesus come take this pain
As if a sign from God it started to rain
The drops kept getting getting bigger and extinguished my flame

I looked into the dark wet sky
As the raindrops filled my eyes
Lord I hear you calling my name
I began smoking this drug. There is nobody else to blame

As I glanced down, I saw a brilliant light
So bright that it filled my sight
Steadily I as get closer I feel so lost
It comes into focus, it's a radiant lit cross

Enter the door I go
Soaking wet, wet to the bone
A voice startles me
Who had said it I did not know

Come in my son, I was expecting you
For God told me that you wanted to start anew
I broke down and cried
Could not stop even if I tried
My voice quivered as I said, I've lost hope
I know now that It's God's help I need to get off this dope

This poem is dedicated to my sister Julie

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