I walk down a broken street in search of my Promised Land, <br />I'm on a mission from God and my God's name is Heroin. <br />In the distance I can hear the gunfire, <br />I'm in a holy war, my sergeant's named desire. <br />I walk past other junkies nodding out against a wall, <br />We're fighting the same cause, fighting against withdrawal. <br />I reach my destination, I talk with the man, <br />I hand him twenty dollars, he puts my God in my hand. <br />Heroin you must be God for everything I do is for you, <br />I'd crawl ten miles on broken glass for you. <br />I'd sell my soul, my family and friends for you, <br />If you asked me to sell myself, I'd do that too, <br />You can see I'm truly nothing, nothing without you. <br />But if you're really God, you leave me confused, <br />At times I feel like I've really been used. <br />You leave me shivering when it's not really cold, <br />Unable to walk and I'm not even old. <br />You leave me penniless when I'm not even poor, <br />You leave me feeling beaten, aching and sore. <br />You take away my pride, my looks and my health, <br />Make me lie to my family, my friends and myself. <br />Although for you I have dedicated my life, <br />What have you done for me except stabbed me with a knife? <br />I look in the mirror at my own bloodshot eyes, <br />I stare at a man whose world is all lies. <br />I think about my past and start to realize, <br />You're not a God at all, but the Devil in disguise.<br /><br />Alan W. Jankowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-god-the-devil-heroin/
