Bitter Essence...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem for those who used or use drugs,I'm not a user but I put my self into the main characters position

Submitted: May 19, 2008

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Broken brakes is my mind without logic

and you are my life's prison

like a human without soul

you made me look

Where to find my self

where to heal my soul?

Bitter essence into my blood you flow

and my lifes thread you pull too hard

Bitter essence sweet poison for me

tell me what medicine to take to feel free

to my twenty's I'm at the end of the life's road

one step and maybe I won't breathe again

I don't touch hands that are here to save me

Empty place my soul

and where to find heal?


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