Death of a junkie

A Poem by Ghiasquared

today could be her last
she knows this
yet still she presses the sharpness to her arm
stopping short she sees the scars
a thousand other vacations from reality
hope is long ago lost
her friends and family are long gone
distant memories flowing away
the sands of time seem to always flow away
should she plunge to her death
'tis but a simple thing
the world that left her shall not be missed
alone she weeps
a voice carries upon the wind
seeping through the cracks
of the broken house she resides
again the voice that resounds
a familiar memory surfaces
she throws the poisoned vial
trudging through her house of misery
the sludge of her life surrounds
a knock at the door startles
again that voice that rings from the past
she stands before the door
is this my judgment day
has the reaper come for me
she opens the door
light bursting forth
she is blinded
a hand
a familiar scent
a friend from long ago
the hand encloses hers
she is brought into the light
I have come to help you out of this misery
I will never leave you again
she weeps on the shoulder
the darkness of a thousand nights flow
she looks up into the angels face
her mother kisses her forehead
walking home her mother speaks
We shall prevail with our love
We shall prevail