Opioids Slave? Hell No!

Got me some bad back pain!
Can’t bend, at times I feel my life’s in vain.

Friends tell me “take some opioids to numb the pain” they are insane!
Doctor says “kill it with Fentanyl” is he for real?

Casualties overdose,
mistaken or for deliberate suicide, feeling forsaken.
Drug lords enrich coffers while Mr, Miss and Mrs in cheap coffins waste away.

Painkiller glitters, but is far from gold. It may hold up my back, a fast pain killer
but sure to finish me, a slow guardian killer to a point of no return.

It’s a known felon, unstoppable.
A marksman freely licensed to kill as it schemes to populate hell.

Opioids, away from me!
I’m as angry as hell!
I resist you,
with prayer?
natural remedies?
All the above,
backache and all!

©️Oct-2018 DENyamekye

I wrote this poem on 28th Oct 2018 inspired when I read this article
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-45984843
about a woman Maddie who died of an overdose after years of addiction to an Opioid (a painkiller drug). My sincere condolences to her family.

My prayer and hope is that many will resist the urge to accept offers to take drugs of any kind to ease pain, depression or just to fit in with friends who take drugs.

If you need help contact us, we can listen, offer counsel and give you the right information/resources you may need. You are not alone.

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