Poem -

I am heroin

I am heroin

I am euphoric, I am analgesic, I am your friend.

I will make you feel better; I will change your life.

I am extracted from the from the opium of a scarlet red poppy.

I can give you a sense of warmth and well-being.

I’m not that bad, take another hit.

She takes me. I am heroin.

I am heroin; and I forgot to mention that there is another side to me.

I will take everything away from you. I will destroy lives around you. I will make you weaker and weaker and you will lose sense of who you are.

But don’t forget, I’m euphoric. I can make you feel good.

So, let’s forget all the bad stuff, why don’t you take another hit?

You have lost your children, but you have still got me, remember?

Ignore the doctors at the hospital, you have ages left to live and even if you don’t, if you take another dose, I will ease your pain anyway.

I will never, ever, leave you.

Mom, is that what it does to you? Does it make you feel better?

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Christopher Correia

a powerful message in your words, intelligent thought provoking narrative, Saffron, really good poem....welcome

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sparrowsong

Hello Saffron...

It's not a friend of mine...

It has become a nightmare for people I love...

I never know if I will get the call that I don't want, but I know that it's a liar, thief and a murderer...

Never to be held accountable by a death charge...

The friend they make are the ones who pay...

The enemy too for they will found by the grave...

Great write! 

Thank you for sharing...

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Saffron Amber Hill

Hi Sparrowsong, 

I am sorry to hear of your experience. I have tried to connect with users and people who are affected close to a heroin user. 

It's a horrible drug and I would love to encourage you to try and stay strong and power through and remember, the person who is taking the drug loves you. 

You are strong x

Thank you for your feedback x

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sparrowsong

Hello Saffron...

Thank you for your kind response...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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Jason Brown

There's a very clever conceit at the heart of this piece; having most of the poem spoken in the voice of 'heroin' conveys the subtle enticements of addiction on the thought-processes of the addict.

This also makes the switch of voices in the last line; to that of the addict's child: all the more powerful, poignant and heartbreaking. It's almost as though the addict herself has lost her own voice, along with everything else.

An intriguing and well constructed piece.

Welcome to Cosmofunnel.

J ;)

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Saffron Amber Hill

Thank you for your in depth comment, I appreciate your interaction with me.

I tried to do it from the perspective of heroin to gather an understanding myself of why must my mother be feeling the way she does about the drug in particular. 

I cannot do it from her point of view, I wish I could. I may write one from my point, it would be good to have different sides to the poem, maybe that could be my next goal. 

Thank you again

I look forward to working with you all to big-up such a lovely community of people.

S x 

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Jimmy Arnold

Saffron,

You have painted such an accurate portrait of this (silent) but deadly killer...It will take everything you have and that which you don't, (if allowed)...A drug that will force you to cast aside your realities, for all of its false hopes and dreams.....Making all of its victims, feel as if, their fountain of youth has been discovered, not allowing to sink into the mind of its victim, (the truth), that it robs you of everything, (including life itself....A master of false gains but a deliver of fatal consequences.........Love the light you shine, on this problem in our society.....I did a piece on this as well, do have a peek, if you have free time....Nice read....Jim  

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Saffron Amber Hill

Thank you Jim, 

I wrote this with the best of my knowledge. It is an evil drug that seems to be a huge problem among people who are fighting to escape their inner demons, without realizing it is one in itself.

Thank you for your comment, I have took it on board :)

Please send me a link to your similar piece in a private message or on the comments here! Would love to have a read.

S x

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Deborah Evans

Hi Saffron Your poem it so well constructed 
and such an accurate account of a killer drug 
with devastating affects not only 
to the user but also the family and friends as you 
so poignantly put in your write 
My daughter is a drug and alcohol dependency nurse 
and deals with heroine and other drug users daily 
I read this to her she said it was a very good portrayal 
of the affects to both user and family 
Great awareness write Welcome to Cosmo 
Best wishes Debs 

 

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Saffron Amber Hill

Debs, 

Thank you! That is lovely of you to say. 

It is true, I have tried to gather emotion and knowledge within this poem and I think it came across pretty well.

Thank you for sharing my work with your daughter, it's lovely to see my work being shared with others!

S x

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Neville

Hello Saffron Amber Hill,

I hear this so very often during the course of my work (I am a clinical specialist in psychiatry & substance misuse) but presently based in a busy general practice ..

Some of your words therefore have the ring of a mantra, going around and a round in my head .. Particularly after a long day at the office ..

Here you have given a fine account of the all too common spiraling descent into opiate addiction ... but remember, the use of brown by whatever route tends not to make folk feel good .. but rather it tends to make them feel nothing .. 

Please note, I have pinned "I Am Heroin" please also excuse the quirky pun :)
 

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