She's lost and on a downward slope.
Falling fast, no safety rope. She is
twenty-one, but aged much more as
she walks down the hall and through
Hell's door
~
She must get high but she is sinking low
Into the quicksand of drugs, that won't
let go. A junkie that's a dealers prize.
So hooked she cannot realize, the
Devil's advocate in disguise
~
Now there she stands on the street once
more.Trying hard to make the perfect
score. One day she won't be coming back.
For the needles burn a one way track
~
(She's lost) , without the drugs she cannot
cope and with them she forsakes all hope.
She has to let the Lord step in. All she needs
is faith in Him. He'll stand beside her, through
thick or thin. The Lord won't let -
the Devil win...
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~TJW~
Thad, Very sad poem. A devil should not celebrate, Stolen generations is enough... All best. Tsira
Strong mesage...Eloquently delivered...I like your employment of the wrap-around stanzaic structure...Woks well...and keeps the Readers eyes in flow with the poem...Solid Penning, Thad! F j R 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thad, this is a sad story mate, so often told is her story makes you think of all those wasted lives... Andy 10