Drug addiction
I have not had
But I’ve watched it
Fuck my son up
Real bad
Fifteen years ago or so
He was an aspiring young man
Had the world in his hand
Then things took a turn
He made wrong decisions
That have left him to burn
With an emptiness
That can never be filled
By any amount of
Hits or shots or pills
He poisons his body
Willingly
All the while lying to
His family
Prayer, so much prayer
Has been offered up
To the point I have thought
Of giving up
A parents never ending cycle of
Anger, heartbreak, hope
When it comes to
Watching your child
Addicted to dope
I’ve tried to help him
His dad has too
But we are helpless
Against the evil
He eagerly consumes
Money, so much money
Has been spent
With doubts some of it
Ever went where it was meant
As we cry ourselves
To sleep at night
Drug addiction
Holds our son real tight
Taking away his chance
To enjoy this life
When it comes
To me loving my son
I’m a real sucker
And to me
Drug addiction
Is a true mother fucker
Every dollar I invest
Every tear I shed
Drug addiction just laughs
And holds my son tighter
But I keep holding on to
One last hope
That there really is a God
And that He knows
I would give up everything
Including my life
If He would just free my son
From the grasp of dope
As I wait and continue to pray
Each and every single day
Silently inside my heart I still hear
My little boy crying
Mommy please
Love me
Until I’m me again
E.A. Fussell
08.07.2020
E. A. Fussell 