Joseph A. Solis Poems

The desert sun beats down on you

Sweat drips from every pore
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Her stench lingers in the air I bathe in
Her skin in my hands I can still feel
The taste of her, my tongue craves it
The sight of her gives my body chills
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She bears down one last time.
She hears the cries of her new son.
She holds her baby for the first and last,
Then in a flash hes taken and gone.
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A baby born into addiction,
Fighting for his life before it began.
Held by his mother just once in his life,
Then he is taken from her hands.
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I used to be able to surpress him

But I somehow lost control
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