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“BENEATH MY ADDICTIONS” Poem by Bonnie Roberts

2010 May 12

http://mrg.bz/6a1wRRI continue to be touched by the people I talk to every day. There is so much love and compassion out there; one just has to reach out when in need and someone will reach back. Bonnie Roberts is a lovely person that I had the pleasure of being it touch with while she was helping a friend through his addiction.

Bonnie sent to me an email with a poem she wrote. She said,“Before I share the poem, I just want everyone to know that it was written for a friend who has a problem with addictions. I wrote this looking through my friends eyes even though the words are through mine. I’ve seen this person lose everything from his woman, job, children, family, friends, earthly possessions and so forth…… My heart goes out to anyone who has to watch a loved one just give up everything because of an ADDICTION that runs their every waking moment.”

“BENEATH MY ADDICTIONS”
By Bonnie Roberts

Beneath my addictions; is a man who’s all alone
Has nowhere else to run to; pushed out my “comfort zone”

I chose this road I’m traveling; for years that’s all I’ve known
That’s how I try to stop the hurt; my life is not my own

I’ve lost all sense of self-control; for liquor and some pills
I let addictions create my path; they choose the way I feel

Abandoned all who loves me; temporarily insane
My mind stays filled with terror; I just want to stop the pain

I know down deep inside; there’s a man who longs to be
A father, a son, a brother and friend; but the addictions won’t let that be

I say that, “I can beat this”; but on my own it’s just not so
I know what kind of help I need; but my addictions scream, “Don’t go”

Why leave this friend you depend on; don’t you like the way I make you feel
Your mind tells you “I’m all the friends you need; a bottle and a pill

I’ve taken all who loves you; and I’ve pushed them all away
I’ve even took material things; so my friend only you would stay

Afraid to face the past alone; afraid to let it go
Scared of how life could really be; if you finally told me no

Without me pain would flood your thoughts; is that what you want to see
A life filled with love and happiness; but with me that will never be

I’ll take, and take, and take from you; as long as you turn to me
A friend is what you think I am; but in the end, you’ll only see

That I’ve stole from you your wives, your kids; your family and friends
A good woman who would’ve loved you most; if you could put me to an end

Beneath my addictions; hides the man I long to be
True freedom is just a step away; when I can finally say “Help me”

I need help to mend the rights I’ve wronged; Hearts broken along the way
Help to heal things that I’ve done; only the addictions made me do and say

I need help to heal the pain of war; for an army I proudly served
Help to find the “inner man” I lost; to regain the life that I deserve

Standing on my own two feet again; is where I long to be
I’ll try an reach for outstretched hands; to those who want to help set me free

Beneath my addictions; right now is where I am
I know with love and help from my true friends; back on top is where I’ll stand

Thank you Bonnie!

© 2010, Sigal Adini. All rights reserved.

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