Poems & Short Stories about Heroin Addiction

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I walk down a path hearing the birds twitter their cute little song, and smell the scent of a newly bloomed lilac bush. Last year Clarke responded to an Observer reader who asked him whether he had believed he could ever stop using the drug.

He was struggling with his addiction and I just let out my feelings and it turned out to be a pretty good poem. Some cheerful guy comes in and offers refreshments telling us he is in charge of the upkeep of this place.As someone who has lived with the heartache of loving someone with active addiction and someone who has found recovery, as well as losing a loved one to overdose, I related to every aspect.

I don’t do anything for at this time I am shaking my body is building up all of my nerves are tight and I only feel like puking. I’m the king of crime, the prince of destruction, I’ll cause your organs of your body to malfunction. I always wonder how they expect you to get on with your own life when there is that gnawing fear in your heart.

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