A Junkies End

As it travels through the minds dark halls Your veins are screaming as it crawls Another fix will do the trick As on your soul demons lick Just dump your dope out in the spoon Can't get it watered down to soon Take a smoke break it down Make a cotton flat and round As the cotton starts to soak Through the needle suck up the dope Pray a strand won't make you a believer How bad it sucks to get the cotton fever Now find a vein and slide it in Hoping not to miss again With a cough you are high As up in heaven angels cry Then your ears will start to ring To the sound of demons as they sing Then your heart will start to pound Oh- a few hours peace you have found Then its time to do it all over again That is the means to a junkies end ------------------------------------------------ One of my first poems I'm reposting for a Member who seems to be facing or at least know someone who faces the same demon. It's a one way road I took for 25 years and trust me when I say at the end of the that road you will hate who you are. Poetry has the ability to enlighten even the worst of burdens, open your soul and let it flow for the truth is what will set you free. Saved my life and that is a true Miracle because today I am an honest man who tries to let my soul open your heart, that is my gift given by the Lord, I do believe. My home is my Prison, my pain is my penitence, my Poetry is my freedom, and all of you are my heart. Sorry that I rambled I seem to be doing that today. God Bless you all,mj