The Addict
| He crouches deep in the shadows The syringe clutched tight in his hand To society he is an outcast For he wears the "Drug Addict" brand He was born to parents who loved him He had married a wonderful wife He had everything that a man could want So why had he wasted his life? The stress of his work overtook him Depression walked in the door Then his mind ran wild with the loss of his child He just couldn't take any more He looked for solace and comfort in drugs He could quit anytime so he thought How many souls have made that remark And how many souls have been caught? He gave up on life when he lost his job His boss had shown him the door And now he hides in the darkness of night Along with the homeless and poor There is many a soul just like him They live in their own private hell But once their life was so different They all have a story to tell He jabs the needle deep into a vein And savours the fleeting relief But his body and spirit are failing He will never again suffer grief So his life ebbs away in the still of the night And his body is covered with dew And lest you might think this a fitting end Just remember -- it could have been you K.D. Abbott © 2007 |
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