Linda Racaniello Poems

The blood of a thousand demons
Runs through the veins of an addicts body
As we tighten the tourniquet and ready the syringe
Smack, heroin, cocaine and ice
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I hate this life I live
No friends to care
or to hear me talk
Life is hard to bear
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Being a drug addict is neither short nor sweet,
it demoralizes your identity and destroys your fate.
Chasing the dragon - that never ever seems to end.
making you person you had always thought to hate.
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Crystalline rocks of how pretty they are
There's no way you'll ever stop at one
You'll fill that pipe over and over
and keep right on smoking even when your done
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With pain the keeps me awake
how much more can I take?
It's driving me absolutely insane
tearing at the fibers of my brain
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muddy with the rain
she didn't look like a cat
I couldn't explain
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Soaring through the skies, swimming a river deep
I leave on an adventure every time I go to sleep
So many places to go and people to see
I’m amazed upon waking to find I’m still me
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raising the children we together had
lights the candles of my mind
they keep the fires burning bright
even though you left us far behind
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I read in the paper more are enlisting
To fight for freedom on foreign shores
Even though many young men/women are dying
When they sent fight abroad in civil wars
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We used to run through the sprinkler
we double jumped & skipped rope
we danced along to the radio
our lives were filled with hope
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