Another Monster To Defeat
Drug dealers sell not far from your door,
patiently waiting there in the dark.
And with cash in hand, you look to score,
trolling back alleys, daunting and stark.
A storm-soaked sky spits pieces of grey,
pummeling the ground with hail and rain.
And as you're jonesing on the way,
fear fuels jolts of shame mixed with pain.
Ghostly specters, harbingers of doom,
pimp narcotics with swagger and style.
And stake out recesses in the gloom;
where lies get exchanged for denial.
Ignoring your promise to abstain,
you renege on pledges to stay clean.
And shoot heroin into your vein,
that brings you right back to where you've been.
Just another monster to defeat;
Death bides its time while watching you crawl.
And the consequences of deceit
are no one will catch you when you fall.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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