William F Glennon


The Addict - Poem by William F Glennon

The skies are full of dark grey clouds.
Shadows of clouds that darken your resolve.

Your mind does not feel like your own.
Rain comes down hard and you feel so alone.

Windows take the brunt of wind and rain.
Why did I come to this dark place I disdain?

The angel of darkness is knocking at your door.
Empty bottles and syringes lay on the floor.

The lore of the fix is never ignored.
The needle and spoon are you're only reward.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 16, 2012


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