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Amy Johnson Poem
Filled with empty sorrow
He dreads what’s to come tomorrow.
A smile on his face
You may think he’s happy but that’s not the case
He’s trapped in a room with no color
He doesn’t see why he should bother.
His family tries to intervene
But it’s not as easy as it seems.
A needle in hand he strikes another vein
It erases all of his unresolved pain.
His little brother and sister sit here and wonder
What’d it be like to have a clean brother
Copyright © Amy Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Amy Johnson Poem
Smile on her face
She is no charity case
She earns her own money, Shes got a job
She cleans up well, shes no slob
But she's stuck in this town.
And she's slipping further and further to the ground
She wants to escape Heroin, Wisconsin
But these people aren’t her friends, they're kin
She's known them since she was little.
But shes constantly stuck in the middle.
Whose side does she take?
This isn’t a piece of cake.
Its a game of tetris and shes losing either way.
She doesn’t want to choose, maybe another day.
But when the days slip away,
Is everything going to be okay?
She wants to make the right choice.
But she’s struggling to find her voice
Copyright © Amy Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Amy Johnson Poem
His lies are hidden in his eyes.
When no one’s around he cries
He doesn’t see our pain
but his words sting like freezing rain.
He swears he's clean
but that’s not how it seems.
A 25 thousand dollar lawyer
your father’s your helping shoulder
So much money spent
“It’s time you pay rent”
His anger strikes
“All I want is vikes"
His words still replay in my head
“I’d rather be dead”
“Please stop”
“call the cops”
“Everythings going to be okay”
“GET AWAY!”
Copyright © Amy Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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