Poetry by Jim: deadly drugs

deadly drugs

drugs I’ve done a few
no not just one or two
at times I had no clue
didn’t know what to do

 

would take steal or lie
just wanted to get high
other times I would cry
watching some friends die

 

but still I couldn’t stop
razor blade I used to chop
a piece of rock did I drop
to the floor from the top

 

comb and probed the floor
then I smoked some more
and peaked out the door
I was constantly at war

 

battled it seventeen years
truly not enough cheers
much pain caused my fears
new dawn began with tears

 

Poetry by Jim

crack-cocaine_0

Crack