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Content Rating Notice:  Recommended for Readers 18 Years and Older Only
  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Family >> ID #1454766  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Dying for Drugs
The pain of drug addiction...
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                                       Mounting losses tossing out hope,
                                       all of the dope destroying dreams-
                                       Happiness bought, paid for in dread.
                                       That sought in lies evil's surprise.
                                       Mayhem entering family,
                                       centering instability-
                                       Heartache of heartbreak's affliction,
                                       living in addiction's casket-
                                       Overwhelming consuming pain,
                                       bane sending meaning to darkness-
                                       Riding the drive living inside,
                                       headlights off, racing to the cliff-
                                       Craving and crashing endlessly,
                                       doctor shopping for the cotton.
                                       Controlled by a life living you,
                                       existing for drugs at all cost.
                                       Cheating, lying and destroying,
                                       the heartbeat of self-centeredness-
                                       Family and friends covered in black,
                                       buried in their sorrow and pain.
                                       Nobody you know can escape,
                                       trapped in your grip of addiction.
                                       Dependent undependable,
                                       nothing you say means anything.
                                       Tears for fear of what you may do,
                                       at home waiting to hear the phone.
                                       The day will come when they will call,
                                       soon after, I will bury you.

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