hi from s.a.

[artexeres]

a poem on drug's


She came to me one morning speaking the sorrow of my deeds
shed not a tear she whispered, as she caused my heart to bleed,
these phantoms of times past have come to watch you grieve,
I once tried to warn you, yet, my words you would not heed,

She pointed to the street corners that is where they sell death,
she whispered and I smelt, drugs sickly tainting breath
dreams of want gnaw away my soul they have cleft,
the lost years of my youth, and dare I call this theft?

Foul odors from the alleyways, the stench of dread disease
the ghosts of remembrance, that drugs did just as they please,
the granting of these longings to this hungry daunting tease,
I glanced in this mirror of death and its reflection back was me.

[attagirl]

Good work! that is so true and only a person who has been through this or seen the effects of the use either in their neighborhood or personally would be able to write this with the feeling that shows.