The Cycle Of Self Destruction, Poem by Noel Potter

In the quiet of the night, guilt creeps in,
A shadow cast by the choices I've made.
Pain pills, oxycodone, oxymorphone, and Xanax,
A cocktail of numbness to escape the pain.

But the high fades, leaving me hollow,
Methamphetamine and heroin whispering lies.
I chase the rush, the temporary relief,
Only to be left with regret and shame.

I am haunted by the choices I've made,
The damage done to myself and those I love.
Guilt weighs heavy on my weary soul,
A reminder of the darkness I've embraced.

I long for redemption, for a way out,
To break free from the cycle of self-destruction.
But the guilt remains, a constant companion,
A reminder of the price I've paid.