No More Wants Poem by Nick Holden

Lonely in a room
Dark and Damp
No one else to love
caught up in the storm of your thoughts
With nothing to help

Lonely in a room
With a needle in your arm
thinking to yourself 'What am I to do? '
'When the drug wears out'
Thinking of only how to get more
when it slowly eats away inside
contaminating your thoughts

Lonely in a room
Now you're cold as well
sitting with no pulse
No more worries
No more thoughts
No more wants