He sat in the room and told himself, just one more time, just one more time. He had to score - but where? He had done everything posdible to get what he wanted, to get what he needed. He stole. He sold his body. He lied. But he thought to himself, thank God he never hurt anyone to get what he needed. But he needed it, he needed it so bad. He went down to the alley and gave Jack his last twenty. He thought wow Jack was always there, right where he needed him to be. It was raining, it was raing so dam hard. He was soaked. He ran into the doorway He ran into the doorway of an old abandoned building. There he sat on the cold wet floor looking for one good vein, just one good vein, that's all I need. He was shaking. He was cold. He was hot. He couldn't figure out what he was feeling. Yes, he found it. He stuck the needle in and smiled. He promised - just one one time, just one more time. It was three in the morning when they found him. He was wet and cold and his body was limp. They took him away. There on that cold wet ground laid his jacket. No name. No address. Not even a phone number - nothing. He died in vain. He diec alone. Just one more . ONE MORE TIME....................
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So much emotion, I enjoyed your write. Hope to see more. Butterfly100
Thanks so much, I usually don't have anyone fead my poems, my son asked me to posted. Sorry for the way it was printed, took me awhile go print and than it had a mind of its own when I posted it, but I am definitely glad you enjoyed it.
WEQLCOME TO MPS ~ BUTTERFLY ~ Thanks for your first Poem. Personally I liked the way you posted it because it is about a broken & fragmented life. I printed it in LANDSCAPE and it looked even better. I can empathise because I am a Student Counsellor and Lecturer in a Vocational College and i work with the YMCA and the local SOUP RUN. One sees ones fellow Human Beings in various stages of dependency & decay ~ sometimes one feels helpless because in essence to BE CLEAN they must want to BE CLEAN ! Your poem is very challenging because it describes "THE LAST TIME" We dont know when that is no more than the ADDICT and some are much too young to die ! Thanks for caring & sharing ~ YOURS BRIAN Please check my Poem LOVE SONG for ANGELA ~ Thanks BRIAN
As you will found out if you haven't yet, one of my least favorite things is anything, such as computers, electronics cellphone- phones. I'm lucky I can make a call. Just learning how to use the remote for the T.V. to record. My point is, I sent a comment about how much I enjoyed your writings, but I wrote it on one after resding some Haikus. I am praying that you even get this and and the omments I wtote earlier.
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