Words from an Inmate

A man came into the counselor’s office this morning and asked if he could read a poem he had written about the pain of addiction. He began to read:

Mom, dad, wife, & children too

Everyone I love, seems I hate them too

Running from home, spinning out of control

Coming back around with holes in my soul

A smile played all over my face

Choking back tears within their embrace

Destroying my home, steeling their hope

What right, I ask, did I ever have

By lying & steeling all they ever had

It’s funny now, through all of my schemes

They’re still holding on to all of my dreams

Love, hope, family, & home

All I gave up just to get stoned

Maybe I’ll wake up and get this thing right

Maybe I won’t & be high tonight

Pathetic addiction & choices I’ve made

Take me from home & close to the grave

Running in circles then back again

One last chance not to die in my sin

Jesus said, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly,” (John 10:10 ESV).

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