BEATEN

POEMOGRAPHY
1 min readDec 26, 2021

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Battered from my face to my waste

Stood above the endless hole, close to falling

Refusing to ever know quitting’s bitter taste

Facing addiction right in it’s fear induced face

The substance that’s disgraced me for too long

Made me feel week when I yearned to feel strong

This is my final goodbye to the drug that had me feeling the desire to die & deny the limitless life I have

Today I put down the knife that was once stuck deep inside the hive of my putrid pride

Peeling back the layers of a human once faceless & hollow

A tough pill it was to swallow

Today I am aware till the end of my tomorrow's

That it will never induce sorrow in me again

Now I take control of my life

Painting pictures with this digital pen

Following my heart I count to ten

I can now truly live again !

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