An Addicts Amends
Memories and friends that have all been lost
The price of addiction, an insurmountable cost
The price of addiction, talents misplaced
Remember the runner left out of the race
The tiny dancer gracing the floor
Found no use for the song any more
The once energetic with brush and paint
Became quite happy just feeling faint
What we have done for one more fix
The precious sold and suicide risks
i still hear the cries that I tuned out
Deafening noises from my loved one's shouts
Now though I have tried new steps
Eventually hoping to climb out of this depth
Though my want and will carry on
The memories I hear will keep me strong
Today my friend I still have fears
For the price of addiction is counted by tears
I look bleak although strong and brave
A tempted addict beside a grave
Not a word I spoke for the dead
It's hard to think with a clouded head
I will leave to, where I From
While envying the addict who can teach me to run
It was their words though that impressed me so
Now it's too late but you want them to know
So, humble yourself and clean out your head
And remember your here because someone is dead
Memories and friends that have all been lost
The price of addiction a now surmountable cost.
Copyright © Lorraine Peterson | Year Posted 2020
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