Affliction
Stare
Despair
Head hung low
Humans rarely fare
Avoid the junkie
Do I care, deeply yes
Do I see you stare, of course
I feel, I hurt, I hope, I dream
I am ill, I am afflicted, pained
You cannot catch my addiction
I don't smell, I wash, I clean
Am I that different
You with your vodka
Your legal high
Still you stare
Who cares
Me!
Copyright © Carolyne Lloyd-Hartley | Year Posted 2010
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