Dopesick
I tend to cringe at the syringe
Aimed at my throbbing veins
Oh, this pain to be avenged!
Or until the dosage wanes...
Morphine screams in dopesick dreams,
Tears my nerves to splitting seams
And so the dope doth rob my hope-
Who, now, shall intervene?
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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