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Morphine
I deal with the pain to no avail Morphine in the cabinet yells its hail I pop the pills hoping for some relief But I am in turmoil, my belief Constant ups and downs in my life I fear being an addict to my future wife But I can’t help it, the pain is strong Life should’t be like this, it is wrong Morphine is calling for me again And this is how the poem began Her grasp on my life is heavy But the relief she brings, sedates me I float into the air of nonexistence A rest from pain so consistent Here comes the warm rush of blood to the head Here I lie all alone in silence, in bed Now that the pain is finally gone My body’s cells vibrate with opiate song Oh how I wish the feeling would last But soon the pain will be back, much too fast Morphine is calling to me again Pulling me into her opium den The pain screams for some numbness I pop the pills again with a quickness She has me trapped like I am some slave She pulls me into her hopeless cave I wish there was answer to my pain But I am afraid my life is in bane Morphine is calling for me once again And this is how the poem began
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