Broken
battered
left on the side of the road
left to die
without anyone to hold.
Grim reality
scattered dreams
heroin needle
still stuck in the vein.
Star struck
beautiful girl
ventures to the land of sin
deceived
degraded
by the one who made her whole.
Within her soul
a blackness grew
as night after night
aspirations drowned
vile glass
after vile glass
men worked to take her down.
Her life
her desires
she acquiesces
when they touch her
vacant eyes staring
above heaving shoulders.
Visions of escape
ideas
flew from her mind
only the call of the needle
could sate growing hunger
eating her from the inside.
Broken
battered
left to die
slowly tears gather in her eyes.
Visions of parents
a home left behind
fade to black
as the grim reaper
reaps her soul.
January 28/19
Well written reflection on the dark side of life. Also, a very powerful piece. Thank you for following ThusNSuch.
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Thank you. 😊
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My pleasure.
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Hard to read, simply because I was visualizing someone’s life, but beautifully written.
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Thank you very much. I appreciate your words.
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It is very well written I might add 🙂
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Thank you.
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How incredibly sad 😢 You’ve written a nerve touching account of someone’s sad life.
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Thank you. It was hard to write. After I did I re-read and re-read before posting.
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You did a great job! 🙂
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Thank you. ☺
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Gosh, grim but sadly all too common.
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Thank you. That you found it grim is a good thing. I actually had a difficult time writing it. ☺
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