THE NIGHT BEFORE I PRAYED.

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    THE NIGHT BEFORE I PRAYED.

    It was the night before I prayed to God, I crawled inside myself and cried. Looking for some piece of mind, in A world that seemed to pass me by. So many times I oftend wondered, is addiction all there is for me? I think i'll try an N/A meeting, maybe then my life will stay drug free. The meeting ended I weny back home, I found a needle in my room. My friend the dealer calls that very moment, it wont be long to seal my doom. Geting loaded to be normal, when yesterday it was A blast. I'll make this shot, one to remember, as my thoughts for this to be my last. The deed now done my body twiches, i'm lying face down on the floor. Too late for doctors too late for love, this world wont see me any more. I write these words beyond the grave, the flames of hadies closing in. It was the night before I prayed to God, another tail I died in sin.

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    am2anangel commented on THE NIGHT BEFORE I PRAYED.

    06-10-2009

    i enjoyed the flow of your poem, the battle with the addiction and what the person really wants is very well portrayed. I have wondered at times what if I pray for forgiveness and except God on my deatbad,will it make a difference? But it would be foolish to take that chance,for we never really know when our time is up. nice job.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

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