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Noel Potter Poem
a death sentence (meth),
so many forms of it i know
yet same effect when it takes hold,
robbing young soul's blind
taking away their chance of life,
one little hit is all they need
to become weak for it's disease,
i see it daily and yet they don't care
just pass it out like it's food,
one after another fall to the ground
lost within it's evil hold,
struggle each day but can't let it go
out the door on the hunt they roam,
til they gain enough funds to get high
within months it begins to shine,
leaving little marks behind
on the face, arms and legs,,
smoke it, snort it and shoot it too
doesn't make a difference how it's used,
just a death sentence with in a few months
as your body begins to shut down,
one high, just one more hit you claim
then it's all i'll forever need,
as your mind drifts away into another place
your heart beat slowly quits the race,
your eyes float around lost in a world of make believe
your family and friends try to help you out,
but you soon learn to block them out of life
as you steal, beg and borrow for the next high,
some even trade their body to get a fix
such a small price that you'll pay,
for a minute of feeling different inside
from some thing that is killing you each passing day,,,
still you can't see past the moment of time
that your stuck within telling everyone your fine,
as they look at you slowly slipping away
they reach out to do their best to save you,
but again and again you find away to escape
just to go on the hunt for the disease,
meth, ice, smack and even crack,
makes no difference any more to you,
because life isn't normal with out the feeling of death
knocking on your souls door,
one hit, then another and then shooting it up
because it's all that gives you freedom,,,,,,
nothing in this world is worth dying
yet you keep fighting to be who your not,
as another day begins you seeking it out
one hit, one shot, one more minute to snort,,,,,
a year of endless abuse finally comes and goes
late last night i got that call,
the one i knew was to come along the way
because you couldn't escape,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Copyright © Noel Potter | Year Posted 2019
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Noel Potter Poem
I'm not a criminal
I've got a problem with alcohol,
a murder was committed
and I took the fall.......
Blacked out and dont remember
the events of the night before,
but coming to in a pair of cuffs
and the slamming of a cell door...
The judge read off the charge
that led to my arrest,
He shook his head and said
Son, you have failed at lifes big test....
A unanimous decision of guilty
thats whay the juror read,
a tear spilled down my face
as I realized what was said....
I was sentenced to death
by lethal ejection,
they said I was a cause
of societies infection.....
My last few hours alive
spent with my family brokened hearted,
knowing it wouldn't be much longer
before I'd be departed.....
After my family was led away
I was strapped to the gurney,
the facts weren't even presented
cause I sold out by my attorney,,,,,
Once wheeled into the chamber
they opened the blue curtian,
and all the faces I seen
had looks that were un-certian......
After the poison was injected
my body started to convusle,
and fifteen minutes later
my body had no pulse.....
As the preacher stood over me
he said, Lord, what a mess,
He should have been given a chance
instead of being declared worthless......
Copyright © Noel Potter | Year Posted 2012
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