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.
- Author: nephilim56 ( Offline)
- Published: September 19th, 2023 03:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
- User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
Comments1
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
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