Nick Poem by Lindsay erika

He asks for a cig,
smiles and nods.
Hands the boy,
what he finds god.
Take it easy,
Nice and slow.
Hes soaking it up,
his family wont know.
Finally it hits,
a glimpse of hope.
With his horrid depression,
hes had to cope.
More, More, More,
that's all he wants.
In his simple addiction,
that always haunts.
He snorts the line,
takes a puff.
It's all so sudden,
but not enough.
Rolling the joint,
he smiles a grin.
And lights a match,
the drugs win.