-Wasted
It saddens my heart to see
Someone’s precious child
Now grown, drug addicted and broken
Spirit and soul defiled
Existing only for the next fix
Unkept and homeless
Feeding their habit
Earning money doing tricks
Sleeping on filthy streets
Scrounging through disgusting trash
Frantically searching for anything
To convert into cash
Such a desolate existence
Decaying body ,mind and soul
Escaping their inner turmoil
In a deep black hole….
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Deb M | Year Posted 2022
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