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Damlo column: The effects of meth spelled out

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Earlier this week, a woman who has read my past columns approached me and we chatted a bit. She brought up something that is a growing problem in society. That problem is the problem of meth and other illegal drugs.

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She told me someone she was closed to was addicted to such a drug and she had not heard from this person in many years. This alone is sad. Then she asked me very kindly if I would publish a poem she found in Montana while her husband worked on the railroad.

She read me this poem, and as she read through it her voice rang with sorrow and brought tears to my eyes. I agreed to get this poem out to the public to show people what horror drugs can bring.

This poem is by an anonymous author and is called "My Name Is Meth." So now I leave you with these prophetic words to do with and think as you will.

My Name Is Meth

I destroy homes, I tear families apart.

I take your children and that's just the start.

I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,

The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember I'm easily found,

I live all around you; in schools in town.

I live with the rich; I live with poor;

I live down the street and maybe next door.

I'm made in a lab, but not like you'd think

I can be made under the kitchen sink.

In your child's closet and even in the woods,

If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.

I have many names, but there's one you know best

I'm sure you've heard of me my name is Crystal Meth.

My power is awesome; try me you'll see,

But if you do you may never break free.

Just try me once and I may let you go,

But try me twice and I'll own your soul.

When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie.

You do what you have to do...just to get high.

The crimes you'll commit for narcotic charms,

Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your nose, your lungs, your arms.

You'll lie to your Mother; You'll lie to your Dad,

When you see their hurt, you should feel sad.

But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised.

I'll be your conscience, I'll teach my ways.

I take kids from parents and parents from kids,

I turn people from good and separate friends.

I'll take everything from you, your looks, your pride,

I'll be with you always...right by your side.

You'll give up everything, your family, your home,

Your friends, your money and then you'll be alone.

I'll take and take, until you have nothing more to give.

When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned...this is not a game,

If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.

I'll ravish your body. I'll control your mind.

I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,

The voices you'll hear from inside your head.

The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,

I want you to know these are gifts from me.

But then it's too late and you'll know in your heart,

That you are mine and we shall never part.

You'll regret you tried me, they always do,

But you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen, many times you were told,

But you challenged my power and chose to be bold.

You could have said no and just walked away.

If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I'll be your master, you will be my slave.

I'll even go with you when you go to your grave.

Now that you have met me, what will you do?

Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell.

Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.

Thank you so much Kathy for this warning and your wonderful, caring soul.

Christopher Damlo is a senior at Detroit Lakes High School.

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