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A crooked mile
By molock
golden flowers,
black seeds.
in my darkest hour,
​...my master makes
me bleed.
chasin' dragons,
...always upstream.
Antiquated,
​dope Fein daydream....
Always sedated,
​....nothing's ever as it
seems.
​Shadow of death,
seeking my skin.
hungers of the flesh,
....cloaked in sin.
when they lay my
bones to rest,
...will i be forsaken?
a thousand angels,
​dance on the end of a
pin.
the road to hell,
is paved with
condemnation....
looking for a mountain
top,
walking through the
valley.
heaven above,
​with the devil beside
me.
a crooked mile,
long and winding....
on the road to redemption,
the wind is crying...
i wrote this in the first person but
i do not do hardcore drugs.
i live in an area where the
heroin overdose rate is out of
control
just writing from that perspective
peace everyone - m0
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Copyright 2017 molock
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On Friday, May 26, 2017, darkendomme
(125)
wrote:
Mo, this is beautifully dark. A thousand angels dance on the end of a pin, my fave. Many wasted lives shared and glimpsed in one short poem. I wish I could write as you do. This was a deep write with the perfect ambience to compliment its story. A sad truth shared in a way only a poet can express of such a dark topic and stir the hearts of even the judgmental to feel an addicts demise within addiction.... Well written, admiration achieved.
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On Sunday, May 28, 2017, molock
(314) wrote:
thank you so much, your comment truly touched my heart. peace darkendomme - m0
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On Friday, May 26, 2017, Devil lyn
(368) wrote:
I, too, live in an area where drugs are a daily dose in everyday life so I can relate. Though I cannot relate to addicts, this poem definitely makes me feel their addiction. Excellent! ... sis Dev.
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