Cocaine

Winter Spells, the weather has taken a turn for the worse Sad faces pressed against my window pane I think am going in sane am in so much pain. Life is in vain I want to complain Everything is a strain. I need cocaine No, I have to refrain Mother say’s I need a good cane am so ashamed. This stuff call cocaine is eating away on my brain It's driving me insane I can't even think or refrain. Mother get that cane Before the last thing I taste is that cocaine.

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 3/24/2011 9:31:00 AM

I must tell you there have been so many diverse poems shared here at PoetrySoup yesterday and this morning that I am just now being able to read. Each one is a treasure to the poet who wrote it. It is a pleasure to me to be able to read them. I am so happy yours was among the ones I have read today Patricia. Love, Carol

Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble
Date: 9/21/2017 3:38:00 PM

thank you

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/23/2011 2:22:00 PM

a very deep deep poem.. something are hard to take in.. i understand where your moms coming from... a pick me up sounds good,,, take care,..p.d.

Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble
Date: 9/21/2017 3:38:00 PM

thank you