My name is Ian and I am an addict
For the last 13 years my life was manic
When my dad died of cancer, my life a spiralled out control
I hit the streets and lost my soul
To numb the pain, I used heroin & crack
Eventually the light in my eyes faded to black
For many years l had to sleep rough
The cold wet nights were especially tough
Throughout all this time, l also needed to beg
For the hungry of my addiction demanded to be fed
The disease of addiction took control of my life
Multiplying my misery, suffering and strife
I became very sick and my twin brother was sectioned
Fortunately my high power made a timely intervention.
I got into detox and moved into rehabilitation
And l started to feel a long forgotten sensation.
The feeling of hope is now running through my veins
And slowly taking away my pain
So by taking this moment to jot down a rhyme
I hope it will inspire you to stay clean. 1 day at a time
Ian B
