Resisting Nut
Bluelighter
I'm not a poet by any means, but a year is coming up since I quit using opiates and I was feeling a lot of emotions and felt like I needed to write it out. I've written poetry in the past but kept it to myself, so be easy on me,
Let me preface this by saying when I use the word GOD, I am referring to a god of my understanding, I'm no way shape or form religious but I am spiritual and have a understanding of a GOD as I know him.
365 Days
A year ago today, I was not where I am today.
A year ago today, I was just a tortured slave,
To this demonic drug, desperately seeking relief,
Desperate for an escape from heartbreak and pain,
Searching for a solution to this dissipation of my debauched living
A year ago today, I sat in my room,
Empty, heartbroken, lonely, in despair,
I danced with the devil, he promised me,
Soon there was to be no more pain.
The needle goes into the vein,
Heroin floods my blood and brain,
Instantly, there was no more pain.
Filling the emptiness from within,
I’d found an escape from the heart ache.
A year ago today, I danced with the devil.
A year ago today, I became a tortured slave,
I sold my soul to the devil,
All for an escape from heart ache and pain.
A year ago today, I sold my soul to the devil,
The solution quickly became the problem,
Desperate for an escape from this living hell,
I’d run out of options,
Admitting defeat and crying for help.
A year ago today, I escaped that living hell.
A year ago today, I danced with God.
A year ago today, I was not where I am at today,
All thanks to a dance with God.

Let me preface this by saying when I use the word GOD, I am referring to a god of my understanding, I'm no way shape or form religious but I am spiritual and have a understanding of a GOD as I know him.
365 Days
A year ago today, I was not where I am today.
A year ago today, I was just a tortured slave,
To this demonic drug, desperately seeking relief,
Desperate for an escape from heartbreak and pain,
Searching for a solution to this dissipation of my debauched living
A year ago today, I sat in my room,
Empty, heartbroken, lonely, in despair,
I danced with the devil, he promised me,
Soon there was to be no more pain.
The needle goes into the vein,
Heroin floods my blood and brain,
Instantly, there was no more pain.
Filling the emptiness from within,
I’d found an escape from the heart ache.
A year ago today, I danced with the devil.
A year ago today, I became a tortured slave,
I sold my soul to the devil,
All for an escape from heart ache and pain.
A year ago today, I sold my soul to the devil,
The solution quickly became the problem,
Desperate for an escape from this living hell,
I’d run out of options,
Admitting defeat and crying for help.
A year ago today, I escaped that living hell.
A year ago today, I danced with God.
A year ago today, I was not where I am at today,
All thanks to a dance with God.