Now that my hearts been broke,my mind left in a spell
I find myself at Satans door,greeted by the hounds of hell
I try and try to elude their wit
But these dogs keep tracking me down
Now I know why the Blues is Satans music
Its practioners hell bound.
Written by W.J.Gerhardt🕊
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W.J.G.🕊 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about my very brief crack cocaine addiction while I was mourning the loss of my Mother. I wasn't addicted long enough for it grow into a heavy addiction,but I gotta say,..it grows quick. Think of the one thing,or person in life you have so much passion for,you'd guard it with your life. Well that's how i'v felt about bikes and cycling since I was a little kid,(training wheeles were on my bike for less than 3days) Well I knew I had a problem the day I thought of selling my bike For 40$.( not to mention I'm a bicycle messenger,so I need it to make my living) Thank God I'm not rich,I would've lost it all.
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