building with the word hope
top view of syringe with pills
Photo by Piyapong Sayduang on
I used to think that I could hope.
A hope that draws a dreamy sigh.
Inject it like some creamy dope
And feel it creeping to the high.

But now I know that hope is lost.
I lost it as I stupefied.
Addiction brought cascading cost
That crippled as I slowly died.

One response to “Sep23”

  1. Connie Cousins Avatar

    Heartbreakingly raw.


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