[Dr-Mayhem111]

Hello and welcome to the Poem of the Week competition.

In this competition, talented writers post their creative poems based on the given theme. The community votes for three poems in the voting thread. In this thread writers may post their poems.

This weeks theme is:

Being Rehabilitated

The deadline for entry is Saturday, August 11th

[cammi]

These four walls are my prison
Where I am trapped is my prison
I may never leave what is my prison
Sometimes voices are in my prison
Evil voices in my prison
They tell me to take drugs in my prison
I will not do that in my prison
Nothing chances in my prison
Paranoia is my prison
The sweet taste I will never have is my prison
The creepy doctor is my prison
Having hope is my prison
I am protected by my prison
But its thanks to my prison that I survive
When the world says give up, my prison tries me one more time
I love my prison


If you did not guess it, the prison is the rehabilitation center.
My first poem ever

[kmlwin.1996]

I'm standin' in the corner of the room
Tears and my brain think I'm gonna blow out in the Boom
I feel that I am lonely and I just want to get out of this room
But there's many of my faults I done out the room
So I'll gonna stay here before I end up as a good man
I will change the mind of heart, and I love this art
I still breathing but I don't know why I'm breathing
All I know is I am trapped in this place, never be going out to be rehabilitated
Yeah, I was supposed to be the good man and now I'm the bad man
So, let me stay here and repair my pieces of mind
I'm going through changes and I'll find what I want to find
SOOO! Rehabilitation is the only way to get back in my original face and life
Let's stop chasing the pain, wipe up the tears and start the new life.

[Mokrie Dela]

I think this would be better as a monthly thread tbh


Cold turkey, cold shoulder
I feel my skin growing colder
No worries, they told her,
Rehab; rebuilder.

Cold grey walls and shadows of wolves,
They lurk beyond, teasing all night long
Darkness falls and the hunger pulls,
But there is no relief, the wolves bare their teeth

Night time weighs
Heavy on me,
The creatures of the night
All mocking in their presence.

Dawn grows nigh,
To my anguished pleas,
At the first glimmer or light
Comes my fear's evanescence.

Relief and release, the sun kisses me again
You're cured, that's the slur they say
Reintegration, I return to my shame
Knowing that I shall be back here someday

[Coat.]

QUOTE

I think this would be better as a monthly thread tbh

Yeah, I like the sound of that idea. Anyway, I don't know if this'll be a good poem or not, but here it goes.

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I grab my swords
With both weak arms
On the boundaries of the wards
I balanced on my palms

Before the accident
Ahead of crash
I stood on both feet
Without judgement
Then I was lashed

I Fell on my knees
I cried for savior
No reply
But I stumbled on these swords
Inside this dull ward
I grab my swords
With both weak arms
And lift myself, to forge my cause
On the boundaries of these wards

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I don't know if it was that good. I'm not going to give away what it was but it's not drug rehab related.