I finally opened up my eyes
The room is empty from all the lies.
No family, no friends it is only me
My needle, my fix, The Life Of A Junkie.
I thought the sixth overdose was my final breath
My life is hell, and I smile at death.
Now back on the beat, homeless a slob,
Forty-two years on the streets and still no job.
No money in my pockets, no not a dime
I'm jonesing now, the next fix is my crime.
The demon so strong he will never let go,
As I tighten the tourniquet to start the show.
This is my life the needle and spoon
I can taste it now like a sweet perfume.
My lover is crawling in every inch of my vein,
The rush so great, the scars would explain.
I have reached my euphoria where I bury my pain
Tomorrow I awake in hells cruel fire
The Life Of A Junkie is not much to desire.
Finally opened the eyes and awaked. The life is well judged here. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it ❤️❤️🔥