The CycleA Poem by PoemRodentWhen you sit by with your heart in your hand and watch the anger and hate rise knowing that friends and others are assisting in a dangerous situation and you can't stop it...without leaving.She wants, and needs, she lies, She begs to have it or she cries. Anger comes, the hate behind, I am the dummy well defined.
Family, friends they all supply, Then stand back and wonder why. Her life is ruined silently scorned, killing my heart I so forewarned.
Wake up sleeper your losing me, The void is not helping you flee. But no matter you are an adult, Disregard the pain and result.
I'm the one that showed I care, The one you betray you so dare. Why? Its simple selfish greed, Drugs are your answer to feed.
Love and patients mean little, You hurt me like a old fiddle. No regard or care just get high, While I slowly watch and die.
Rules were set well to remember, I cant handle the burning ember. Not a warning, a simple known fact, My love you are bound to impact.
Then I will no longer be here... © 2012 PoemRodentReviews
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4 Reviews Added on June 10, 2012 Last Updated on June 10, 2012 Tags: drugs, addiction, frustration, contemplation, heartbroken AuthorPoemRodentOHAboutI am duality at its best. A traveler and a self proclaimed pin cushion, the voodoo doll everyone enjoys to prick. Yet here I am writing on subjects that eat on my heart, mind and soul. Dark one day, h.. more..Writing
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