Poem -

"You Can Become Clean!"

"You Can Become Clean!"

"Drugs are just a way,
to glitch your brain,
to make you think,
you are escaping your pain,
but in reality,
the damage you're doing,
should make it something,
you should not be persuing.

Have you reached the bottom?
Has it gotten that bad?
Is the waking world,
like the worst nightmares,
you wish you never had?

I know this might sound,
sort of mean,
but I hope it is,
so you can become clean,
because if you're still alive,
then you are still able,
to become someone,
who is a lot more stable,
who's ready to face life,
and it's demands.

This should be a sober walk,
while holding God's Hand.

God?
Fonda that thought is so strange and odd.
I have spent several years,
alone,
shipwrecked out in the ocean.
I've never given God my time,
or any sort of devotion.

Well if you've hit bottom,
what honestly,
do you have to lose,
except your very life,
if those drugs you persue?

This may be an uncharted road,
but with reading this,
and accepting it as truth,
the seed has been planted.
Jesus let it be sowed!
Only You can do,
what I cannot.
I give you now,
the little power that I've got.
Shine Your Light and Goodness,
on the blind and lost,
of this tired land.
I pray now they trust,
and move with your hand!"

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