She sits on her bed shaking trying to remember her last fix.
Her veins burning as kindling sticks,
Trying to setup a quick fix!
The clock ticks.
Remembering back to better days,
She doesn't hesitate to say.
Spouting the names of those that got her started,
She has nothing to lose.
Her life's burning, ignited in fire.
Her soul tired.
She's only thirty but ready to retire.
She looks at me sadly in the eyes.
Quietly saying, with shame, my uncle!
Realizing now, he wasn't so wise.
As she somberly cries!
Thinking once, he was a wise guy.
She now realizes he was a fool.
Using her as a tool,
Against the war of a sister and brother,
Now wishing, she had stayed closer to her mother.
Led astray,
She begins to pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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