They call it 'liquid handcuffs', They say I'll be it's slave They tell me it might even Put me in an early grave
'Methadone is evil', They say it rots your bones To pay your clinic fees You'll have to take out several loans
They say that all my feelings Will be numb as numb can be The normal ups and downs of life Won't register with me
They say I'll stand in line With the dealer and the junkie And on my back I'll carry A mean methadone monkey
They really do confuse me I know they can't be right "cause I'm going home to sleep In my warm, snug house tonight
It's filled with love and laughter My loved ones by my side And I finally am able To be wife, mother and guide
To trust in me, they're able They know that I'll be there Of cravings and of misery I no longer am aware
To trust in me, they're able They know that I'll be there Of cravings and of misery I no longer am aware
I no longer feel so sad So depressed and blue each day I used to feel that anything Would beat living that way
But now I feel a happiness And a joy I can extoll My mind, which didn't function right Has finally been made whole
So please, before you tell me That methadone's so bad Just ask my family how they feel They've gone from sad to glad
And isn't getting better What recovery's all about? It's not 'my way' or 'your way' But how it all comes out"
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Zac, I thought my comment got published; guess not though! Great poen & read.
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Oh no, Mo! I don't have to approve your comments or anything, and this is the only one I've seen! I'm so sorry. Must be a Blogger/Computer glitch? I just loved this poem by Zenith, so I had to share with our readers! :-)
DeleteAll the best,
Zac Talbott
NAMA-R TN