addiction – The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton

Burned

If you play with fire, eventually you will be burned, yet sadly there are some it seems, who never learn

They keep one foot in the dark abyss, saying to themselves “I can handle this, it’s harmless” and it seems they really are convinced, lost in self delusion, confusion, heartbreaking as it is

By: J.N.R Dutton (2023)

This poem is about the dangers of addiction, the more you feed one the bigger it grows. Addiction is a devastating poison, if you are struggling with one, there is help, hope and healing, if you’re willing to seek it out.

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He doesn’t miss the whiskey,

he doesn’t miss the wine

he’s been free of it all 28 years,

going on 29.

The day he laid the bottles down

was one of the best days of his life,

Now he helps others who are where he was,

he’s pointing them all toward the light

By: J.N.R Dutton

Coming Down

His early days were spent wild in the Hollywood hills

A young man just looking for fast thrills

Soon though he was burned out,

finally coming down from the wine & the pills

Realizing he needed to get off of the path that kills

By:J.N.R Dutton

Wino

A young man sitting on a sidewalk bench,

talking to an old man who was drinking White Port wine,

The wino’s speech was kind of slurring, and it looked like he’d been crying,

He said:

“I wasn’t always like this, kid,

there were some years I really shined,

I’d give anything, if I could go back in time”

The young man took the bottle from him, took him by the hand

saying: “you can overcome this, you can be free again,

and if you’re willing to help yourself, I’ll help you any way I can”

By:J.N.R Dutton

Pharmaceutical “Solutions”

So many people chronically popping pills, eager to kill their ills

Day and night, trying to feel alright

Seems for everything there is a pharma “medication”

Liz Wurtzel was right to call us Prozac Nation

By:J.N.R Dutton

Recovery

He used to buy cigarettes

When he was 17, with a fake I.D.,

or take them from his mama’s purse

When she wasn’t looking

All these years later, he’s finally free and clean

From that and other habits, and he’s in counseling

By: J.N.R Dutton

Angel In Chains

He weeps for his daughter,

she’s an angel in chains

trying hard to kill deep seated pain

with all the wrong things

from whiskey to cocaine

He hates seeing her that way,

Shattered, and living her life in vain

He somehow feels it’s himself to blame

He tried his best to raise her right

but somewhere she lost sight of the light

He wants to rescue her from endless night

but he knows to do it, she’s got to want to fight

By:J.N.R Dutton

Spin

Jenny’s daddy was a junkie for the Bombay gin

He’d drink it every night until his head would spin

She grew up watching him,

said “I’m never gonna be like that

when I have my own kids,

Daddy how can you make me see you like this?”

When she was 18 she made a decision

she left him behind, never saw him again,

it was hard to do, but it was for the best

since her daddy had made his life a mess

By: J.N.R Dutton

Tech Slave

Johnny got a letter in the mail today

not e-mail, I mean the old-school way

He was never too big on all the

gadgets these days, while

he would admit, some tech is great

he’d say, you don’t want tech dependence

to take your humanity away, to where you’re

nothing but a shell, a drone, a slave

By: J.N.R Dutton

Ronnie’s Tale

Ronnie’s hands were shaking

as he fumbled with his keys

at the front door

Then he stumbled in the parlor

& he fell face down on the floor

He had just come in from Marty’s bar,

His breath reeked of whiskey

and anyone would tell you

He was a devastating sight to see

By: J.N.R Dutton