Meth Poem: The Scars of Ice last for Life
Poem submitted by: Yusuf L.
It’s been days since I slept
Can’t remember when last I ate
I’m consumed by anger and hate
Meth is leading me to hells gates…
Even tho I put it behind me
Everything I do constantly reminds me…
The wounds are so deep
The climb back to the top so steep
How did I ever get so deep…?
It disturbs [...]
Meth Poem: The Cook
A Poem About Cooking Methamphetamine
Poem submitted by: “Big Dog” – Written while in Folsom Prison
There are only a few who know the trade – How methamphetamine is made.
They live their lives always on the run – Just waiting for the next batch to be done.
Peeking around corners in fear of a bust – As they’re [...]
Meth Poem: Wife of An Addict
A Poem about Meth Addiction from a Wife’s Vantage Point
Poem Submitted by: Ericka T
I love you so much, with all of my heart.
From this drug, I wish you’d part.
I see you dying in front of my eyes.
You never these days have time for goodbyes.
Slowly but surely I watch you get weaker.
Behind your back, they call [...]
