The Drugs Don't Work
poem by:
Valerie Brady
Written
on Oct 05, 2013
It's that time again, I knock a familiar door And am greeted by a familiar face I know he's not a friend But I give him the last of my budget He returns minutes later Hands me my addiction Slams the door in my face Leaving my pockets empty But my mind full The week ends No money or reason for living Just memories of the good times The times when reality dissolves I await this feeling of deja- vu
Tags: sad, dark,
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Nice c:
Mike Price
commented:
I've been where your poem suggest your at? Would you like to text talk? Mike
Tonya Fischer
commented:
This poem really takes me back
Just in case I forgot .
I love it
KayleighMarie Fitzgerald
commented:
Quote Hadouken - "I've damaged my brain, next weekend lets do it again!"
Sam Marie
commented:
One of the best poems I've read all day!
