Death of an Addict

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem I wrote in memory of Ben, my would-be stepfather. He suffered from severe schizophrenia, hardcore drug addiction and he died of an overdose. Me and my mother were the ones to find him.

I remember, your every little dream,
I remember, the destruction in your wake,
I remember, how you'd sleep to chase the pain away.

Your addictions, eating at your life,
Chewing away every piece of sanity,
Until there was nothing left, only the smoke in your lungs,
The alcohol on your breath,
The chemicals in your blood,
Ultimately causing your death.

When I found you lying there, lifeless on the bed,
Your skin ice cold, suddenly there was no breath,
Blackened lips and the touch of rigomortis,
Stiffening your limbs...
I thought to myself,
Oh, where do I begin?

Your life had barely begun,
Finally, you had no reason to run,
You found the love of your life,
You had a son.

You wanted to see the world smile,
Sit on the grass and watch the clouds for awhile,
Watch as they change shape and pass you by,
But I know you were already there in your mind.

You died when your demons were quiet,
When there was peace in your life,
You died in a state of content,
But I just wish I could ask you...

Was your time well spent?

Submitted: February 28, 2014

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J E Hunter

I have to say, this was definitely a well done piece. Your flow was perfect and I could feel the pain you must have felt at the time. Well done!

Fri, February 28th, 2014 2:55am


Thank you very much!!

Thu, February 27th, 2014 7:04pm


Cassandra Martin

Let me share that my mother was also diagnosed schitzophrenic and treated in horribly antiquated ways in the mid 1970s. She lived successfully until just days before her 80th birthday. I am grateful because our family adjusted. Because of this, I am proud to tell you that you should enter this piece in a contest. It is poignant, and touches briefly upon the hellish life of this disease from the inside out, yet does not dwell there. It is a testimony to family, and your pov, which allows us to imagine justice in his choice. And your final line is a masterful stroke. Excellent work on this most difficult subject. I don't know how long after his transition it took you to write this, but it was time enough if this is the outcome. Thank you.

Tue, March 4th, 2014 4:50pm



I came across this poem because I just started this site and wrote a poem myself about addiction. Your words were captivating and I could feel the emotions running through my body.I felt your pain through your writing. One of the best I've seen on the site so far. Check out my work if you would like.

Sat, April 5th, 2014 1:46am

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