Poem: knock knock knock

Knock Knock Knock

you have to be free, you’ve got to say NO, yes you’d reply but I feel so low, do you know what it’s like to come off? You’d say so, you’d just put it off for another day you’d sweat, you’d cry uncontrolably shake, you couldn’t get comfy and you’d constantly ache, hallucinations, the vomits, the agonising pain because of the lack of gear in your veins, you’d fight the battle for a day or two you’d scream, do you think this is easy to do? Then a mate would come round and say got any foil? I ain’t had a smoke all day so there you’d be foil in hand gazing at this stuff like dirty sand holding it gently so as not to spill that evil stuff that had made you so ill, then it was forget the foil lets have a hit I couldn’t believe you’d succumb to that shit I tried to object but it was too you’d already shared the pin with your mate I watched your eyes close it was then I knew you’d taken too much your lips went blue your face went white I began to shout I watched you slow your lights nearly out I slapped you and got you to your feet so scared I heard my own heart beat slowly you came round from your near miss! I screamed I’ve had enough of this after that you’d stop, of that I was sure but no, it just left you wanting more I’d tried to help but it seemed like fate my love for you had turned to hate! I believed every word you told and more each day, your heart would turn cold, a look of deceit and pure disgrace replaced the happiness and warmth of your face you’d go out I never knew where when you’d get back I just didn’t care there were things of you I couldn’t ask living with you became such a task a shadow of a person I once knew but there was nothing I could do sometimes I would dream of a knock at the door it would be an officer of the law I’d answer the door in my dressing gown then he’d ask to come in and make me sit down I knew all along but still he said I am sorry but the lad you loved HE IS DEAD I’d tell myself that it wasn’t true but really deep down inside I knew but still asleep my tears would stream until I awake from this terrible dream and so it went on the months went by the more it took to get your high now every night I wake in my bed wondering if your alive or dead and whenever I heard that dreadful sound my head goes fuzzy my heart would pound a lump in my throat more like a rock just because of a harmlesss

Knock Knock Knock