By Barak KH Hrohlu
My body ached in eager anticipation,
As I picked up the poison it craved;
This was now my only infatuation,
To pleasure myself with means depraved.
I lost interest in my daily dealings,
Most work had become a boring chore.
I could barely recall my old feelings,
The older days when I could still adore.
My life had lost its shining light,
Replaced by a rotting, growing mess,
And now the only dim glow in sight
Was the stimulants’ soft caress.
As I fell deeper in this hole I dug,
I felt only sorrow and regret.
And now, I am but out of luck,
For my fate had already been set.
I slowly succumb to my wound,
In both mind and body together;
Hoping I would find my peace soon,
Dreaming of places that seem better.
By Barak KH Hrohlu
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