Unwanted Outcome

Unwanted Outcome




My heart burns with an urgent desire

At the first site of her, I start to perspire


What is it about my drug of choice

Is it a party, a friend, or an instant rejoice


I’m stuck in my ways, my mind is content

every time I use, my soul to repent


Under the influence my morals are weak

The outcomes of events, no worries, often bleak


Me being sloppy leads to making wrong decisions

Family left hurt, we bleeding incisions


True friends are lost, left in the mist

Actions lead to fights, and legalities risked


Often I get lucky, time unwisely spent

Mostly spending my pay check, often the rent


I find myself miserable and grieving

Often I’ve turned to dealing or thieving


The end of every day I eventually get twisted

My spirits are down, very rarely lifted


How can I change the things that I do

Follow the 12 steps, see them through


All in all my life isn’t so bad
Could be worse, I could die from cirrhosis
Just like my DAD!

Gregory Smitheman
Short Poems


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I

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I entrust my life to these care giving people

I look up to God, pray beneath the steeple



I read from my book “Daily Reflections”

I go to bible study, heed the suggestions



I am tired of always, waking up sick

I believe it’s my choice, which life to pick



I will not always be stuck in my ways

I would like to think, it’s not the end of days



I want to deal with my problems, drinking not the key

I don’t ever again to have my freedom taken from me



I want to regain family and Godly friends

I will try to talk to them and make amends



I don’t want to be forever on trial

I love to make people laugh and smile



I attend meetings to work on my recovery

I am hopeful everyday for a new discovery



I do my homework and complete my assignment

I will turn a new leaf and break from confinement



I am going to be the person I was once

I am tired of being a failure, the family dunce


Gregory Smitheman
Short Poems


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Lost Souls

Lost Souls

We must first bridge the gap of isolation
By doing so we form our future & fix decimation

Unavailing times call for desperate measures
To walk the path, uncover godly treasures

Consolidate short comings and view steps perceived
Regain morals, and trust in god believed

Admit we are powerless over our addictions
We set common goals and confront our convictions

When life’s not good & we need some sanity
We overcome thoughts to lessen the vanity

Though we find ourselves eager to be rebuilt
We must release the pain, suffering, and guilt

We seek amends in these little rooms
Gain back a lost soul this drug consumes

We continue to take a personal inventory
Relating to others, by sharing our story

Let God take over, be your higher power
For without him we struggle and eventually sour

We must believe in ourselves and that’s no lie
If we keep down this road, we’re surly to die

Just remember on thing before you go
When it comes to drugs “Just say NO”

Gregory Smitheman
Short Poems

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