I saw you
At your peak
That day
Colours
Brushes
Landscapes lay.
Now in pain
Your dirty
Fingernails
Tattered hair
Cosmetic
Stains.
Julia
Where did it
Go wrong ?
Those gifted
Hands
Will so strong.
Julia
I loved your
Smile
Did you leave it
In a long lost
Mile. ?
Too many visits
To that drug den
To inspire visions
Instead a Hell
Your vibrant voice
Is but a croak
Sunken eyes
An addictive cloak.
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Another sad write around addiction, and watching the slow demise of someone, nicely expressed and written
very kind, thanks, I dont think the subject is discussed enough
You are very welcome, and it's not
A dark write of an illness neglected by medicine with a bleak prognosis. Well written
as always much appreciated
I will say for some reaosn when I first read Julia my mind went ot singing Dire Straights but whatever lol. had a lot ifun with the rhythm of this poem. Had difficuly keeping up at the end probably on me though. Thankyou for the poem!
most welcome, thanking you
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