Helping the Helpless

Cashed out, spun out, strung out
Ate up.... Malnourished, monkey riding piggyback
You fear you wont get your nickelbag
I fear you might get your children back
  Numbing emotion swept up in crushed pill cyclones
Searching for elation through pupil dilation
   who's that girl in the mirror?  
              You're behind the wheel...but who's gonna steer?

Second chances, interventions, and heartbreaks
  we part ways...you wave bye---pipe in hand
 Set sail on the fumes you inhale, 
    into an inebriated sunset, hell-bent 
Scarred up, trail marks, trailer parks
  Alleyway transactions, disease contractions...
Hand shake deals...see how this smack feels
  SMACK! Down in a spiral of C.O.D.  O.D.
pricetag on a fatality.........you payed for this reality


             My eyes well up...stand in rainfall, no fear
                 no one will see the tears here.

           No mourning your self-wrought slaughter...
              Im here for your motherless daughter

I led her by the hand...away from a misery you called life
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Tye Avatar
January 11, 2009 at 7:15 AM
I am from a really small town and in the past few years, many have been swallowed in addiction. It's nothing to see them outside the apt. buildings downtown with a blanket spread out on the sidewalk and everyone gathered round making their deals and what not with their children crawling around. Quite sickening. Just as you've expressed, the children suffer the most. Great job! Cheers, Alana
Ginn Avatar
January 11, 2009 at 4:58 AM
I would have to include Ky as one of the reasons, how could I not with how cool Christie is! I think its so sweet that you are so close to your grandmother.....winkss, Laurie
Ginn Avatar
January 10, 2009 at 2:16 PM
ahhh so sorry Alfie, yanno I wuvs ya.
Voorhees Avatar
January 10, 2009 at 12:02 PM
Thank you very much Laurie...but my name is Steve!! = ) Appreciate the kind words, thank you!
Ginn Avatar
January 10, 2009 at 11:20 AM
Wow Keith, painful to read but very true in so many lives. I work with kids with emotonal problems and a few are due only to the parents choosing drugs over their babies. Great job. Laurie
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