She staggers from
Step to stride
Her sunken eyes
No where to hide.
Beauty now
A distant tide
Drug riddled
A fix to find.
No make up now
Grey and gaunt
Dirty clothes
Her grin to haunt.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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I was born and bred in the heart of London in the 80's this brought some very familiar sights of what I saw as a child on the streets. I actually had a couple of friends who ended like this. So very sad. An extremely powerful portrait of a woman lost. Congratulations you did it in style. 💖
thank you, I tried to just paint a straight forward image of drug addiction without judgement
You did
thanks again appreciated
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