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Below is the poem entitled A NICKLE BAG which was written by poet brandy megens. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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her body had betrayed her but never once her mind

she was sad at times although there was nothing depressing about her

she rarely felt sorry for herself mostly preying on others misfortunes

no matter what we think we have when we leave this world we leave it alone

                                             simple and easy

she had no desire to give up her addiction it was all she knew 

from being her breakfast to her midnight snack it was her routine

it made her feel young again yet it depressed her to think about it

she had made her choices and mistakes in life

she had a right to make her own decisions but she couldn't own up to them

there was a sense of victory in it for her 

whoever thought she'd make it this far

she felt vulnerable admitting this to hersef she was deeply sensitive

yet she always stuck to her narcissistic guns

she longed for that companmanship but liked to maintain seperate lives

living her life in the fast lane was going to be her demise

she filled the needle with a bag of dope and injected herself one last time

air got in her veins and mixed with bad junk killed her instantly 

no more worries no more fears this is the life she chose

the only life she knows

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  1. Date: 6/11/2009 9:13:00 AM
    Brandy, Once again, a succinct and well written social issue from your pen to our eyes. Drugs are so addicting. So is love, food, a smile and heartfelt e-hugs. Drugs are a quick escape. So is the word NO, a good book, a silent room, and e-friends. Drugs are reality's escape. So is a peaceful walk in the garden with God. Choices, choices, and more choices. The plague of youthfulness. I am so glad to be old... Well sort of. I'm not even close to 99. Big Smile! Lovingly, Dane

  1. Date: 6/10/2009 3:36:00 PM
    As always gut wrenching reality poured on the page. Its hard to read but its happening all over. If we don't read or write it how the heck will anyone ever know about it. Keep doin your thing my friend. :) Love Christie

  1. Date: 6/10/2009 6:02:00 AM
    Hi Brandy, your work is chaffing at the edges of comfortable, judgmental realities, and holding a sting at the end of side long and look down on opinions.

  1. Date: 6/9/2009 5:04:00 PM
    Love the title...haven't heard nickle bag used in a the rawness again my friend...strong write.