Another Monster To Defeat
Dealers sell drugs not far from your door,
patiently waiting there in the dark.
And with cash in hand, you leave once more,
to troll back alleys: daunting and stark.
A storm-soaked sky spits pieces of grey,
hammering the ground with hail and rain.
And as you stumble along the way,
fear triggers jolts of remembered pain.
Junked up specters, these prophets of doom,
pimp their products with swagger and style.
And stake out recesses in the gloom,
where lies get exchanged: for denial.
Ignoring your pledges to abstain,
you renege on your vow to stay clean.
And stick a needle into your vein,
slipping right back to where you have been.
Just another monster to defeat,
Death bides its time, while watching you crawl.
And the consequences of deceit,
are: that no one will care when you fall.
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