Life has loveliness to sell

A poem about drugs, and the unnatural escape they offer to those in desperation.

 Life has loveliness to sell 

               

For all those whose happiness is virtually nonexistent,

Whose troubles suffocate them all day,

Or for those whose life is so brilliant,

People who get everything their way,

 

These groups may seem so opposite,

But they have things in common indeed,

They’re both alone and troubled,

These people scream a silent plead,

 

And finally something comes to the rescue,

A quick way out of misery,

Because they have to buy happiness,

So their past becomes a mystery,

 

Life has loveliness to sell,

For those who buy it, it comes in a bag,

Perhaps in an injection,

Or an alleviating drag,

 

Many people have it easy,

Happiness wraps around them like a hug,

But for others, who rarely see daylight,

Their brief happiness depends on these drugs.

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