Dulls the Senses!

Dulls the senses!

Snort some more!

Wipe it

on

your gums

and cleans

around

your mouth.

To make

yourself

look presentable.

Shoot up

again,

trying to hide

the needle marks

from sight

With long sleeved

jumpers.

Between your toes.

And in the thigh, it goes.

Hidden with shoes

and trousers of

course.

Good,  no one sees?

Oh,

 but yes

they can tell!

You're a junkie.

After awhile

as your

gaunt in the face

skinny

and have

cold sores.

Agitated

Addicted

and

moody.

Oh what

a curse!

On a downward

spiral

of

demonic

proportions

To hell

and beyond.

Till

death

intervenes

or helps

is at hand.

To maybe

save you!

If your

lucky or not.

A roll of

the dice

you see.

Each time

you dabble

and do

these wicked

things to

yourself!

Reviews

[Emmy]

I really enjoyed this poem. I read it with the enthusiasm of a circus ringmaster, asking me to "step right up" and dare take the gamble of drug use. I don't know if thats how you intended it, but either way it's wonderfully written.

[Onlyme]

Either way Emmy, just glad you got something out of it!