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Streets of Waste

Addiction takes on many disguises You feel left alone with your own vices Yet, you don’t think there is a problem Which is the problem you can’t see Once your family was willing to help Now you’re trapped in a grim reality. On the outside, you’re lost and alone But not always lonely and left on your own Since the street rats only gnaw at you When the mean green is flowing Though sadly most days, There’s barely even a showing. Out on the streets, it’s cold Still down the broken pavement, you strolled Always looking for the next fix It’s the comfort of the fix that keeps you going. But it’s your own life In the trash, you are throwing Mom and Dad were partly to blame As a child, they treated you crippled and lame It was nature vs. nurture And nature had the upper hand So tough love is what you needed Not coddling and kisses as planned. Mental help you should have received But it was hard for our parents to believe Their only son was less than perfect And the reasons never ended Bad eyes and complexion to name a few And no girlfriend as originally intended. And you certainly had your own excuses Genetic inheritance, so everyone uses Our paternal family likes their alcohol And your favorite bands partied hard Your heroes died at such a young age Which really should have left you scarred My misguided brother, I haven’t a clue Now a simple question I must ask you Why didn’t I fall into the same trap For our families are one and the same Is it because deep down inside You also believe you are crippled and lame
*I wrote this poem on April 10, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 10 and the prompt was: Write a poem about a sibling. Since I only have one brother, I wrote it about him. It’s a poem that was pretty hard for me to write. I wish my brother would seek the help that he desperately needs.

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