Heroin
Heroin is your lover!
I am your Mother.
You choose her over me.
She beckons and calls you by name,
and you run to her with open arms
leaving me behind to weather the storms of
betrayal, anger, jealousy
I wear my crown of thorns while you bask in your lovers glow
She is not your true lover .
She is a thief!
She is sucking the life from you sure and slow
While I watch her turn you and twist you
Into someone even you or I don't want to know.
Copyright © Margaret Remick | Year Posted 2019
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