Her Demond, Her Problem

This was meant to be lyrics to a song but I polished it to be a poem.

She looked so angry when she walked in the door

She says she's jonesing and looking to score

I said no and she fell to her knees

She begged me, please baby please

She swore to me it's the last time she'll ask

I didn't believe her and saw through her mask

I asked her if this will ever end

She said when she has no more money to spend

I kicked her out and told her good-bye

She looked up with a tear in her eye

If I leave I will never come back

I told her it's me or the stupid dumb crack

She made her choice and never returned

That was when this lesson I learned

A fight with demons can only be won

By the person who has come undone

Reviews

[Relic]

I can see how the lines could be conceived as lyrics to a song. I have friends that are addicted to pot and coke. Have been for decades. They aren't to the point of desperation but show the traits of it. You did this really well.

[rockgirl]

Very cool poem. Sad and true but good. We each have our demons that only we can fight, if we choose to.

[BurgerBopBoop]

Thanks kiddo!