In The Wee Hours Of A Carnival Encamped..mp3 by Art~Whimsically Yours

In The Wee Hours Of A Carnival Encamped..mp3

Many unique songs. Try one out and let me know what you think. I will return the favor.


The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact

Music

Many unique songs. Try one out and let me know what you think. I will return the favor. The Hollow-Days Of Addiction. (A Christmas message for all ) Christmas has come back again For the third year in a row And we haven't seen our precious son Ever since he had to go To jail then off to rehab Then violating two probation's the court ordered no contact So we've had no conversations Cause he'd abused his Mom so much Leaving her soul terrified and came after me so angrily Every time that he got high we both tried in every way we could But then we had to say goodbye.... Christmas on drugs and alcohol Was never a good mix Hanukkah plus cruel addictions Just brings candle sadly lit Santa Claus and faith in God Are not enough to bring a fix Only he can save himself No one else can heal his needs That have made both our hearts bleed while he spends his hollow days Struggling to find ways to succeed. He'll spend another Christmas In sober living all alone Far away from both his parents Knowing that he can't come home And it cuts us deeply to the bone Cause our tough love is no fun But drugs and alcohol have stolen Our most precious son Until he proves that he is cured and his addictions are all done. So if you too are like our son Suffering the same afflictions I hope this poem moves you to flee Back to the true life you've been missing Because those who love you can't survive Living with the endless friction Of your lies and thefts And thier hopes left swept Underneath your opposition Your loved ones all must separate themselves from your positions Of your loving highs even as they cry Over your tragic conditions Leaving you alone while they sit at home Praying for you and each one wishing That you will give all that you've lost Some serious recognition Before you end up lying Under a marble inscription that leaves them all Without your love Another victim of addiction so many others just like you Have faced Death's Benedictions.... By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022 at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio This poem is dedicated to ny son, my only child who has been through his fault alone absent from my wife and I for 3 years without contact

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