Addiction
Running out of air,
i see your despair.
But you
go Deeper
and deeper.
How long until
you reach bottom?
Come out for yourself,
from those dirty waters.
You still have brothers.
and your true self.
You cannot see clearly.
You have never been filthy.
You still can endure.
Your heart remains pure
Angie Millan-Acosta
Copyright © Angie Millan-Acosta | Year Posted 2015
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