Mike Hauser Poet Rhyme

Shooting Heroin

when you're shooting heroin
don't make any long term plans
if that includes for you to live
poking holes where nothing's left
when you're shooting herion
as your veins have all but collapsed
the window's closed on all your bets
life is a big whooping mess
when you're shooting heroin
one day it will do you in
takes more than it ever gives
life is measured out in death
when you're shooting herion
living in a beggars den 
where no one you know is your friend
living a life that is unkept
when you're shooting herion
voices ringing in your head
whispers what the devil says
hell in every feeble step
when you're shooting herion
can't see to climb out from the depth
the one thing you won't accept
is the one who want's to help
when you're shooting herion

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Kim Rodrigues January 25, 2018 at 3:57 PM Very sad, Mike :( So awful!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 25, 2018 at 9:32 AM Potent ink, what a heartbreaking story Mike. Thank you for sharing it. Keep well xomo

Cheryl Hoffman January 25, 2018 at 8:35 AM Absolutely heartbreaking how people become heroin addicts; condolences to the family and glad the nephew is in a treatment center! A very well written poignant write~Che :)