Crack-ed
God knows I do not want
To Think of you
In the manner in which I do.
Witnessing you washing down your drugs with a bottle of Jack
Followed with a smoke of
Cracked
Pipe
Dreams.
All Love sickly sucked out into burnt oily haze.
Robbing us of home.
Raping us of hope.
You are one wound
That seeps into my thoughts.
Ugly times
When fear is my companion
Instead of you, my husband.
God knows I do not want
To think of you.
Deborah †
Jonesborough
September 07
To Think of you
In the manner in which I do.
Witnessing you washing down your drugs with a bottle of Jack
Followed with a smoke of
Cracked
Pipe
Dreams.
All Love sickly sucked out into burnt oily haze.
Robbing us of home.
Raping us of hope.
You are one wound
That seeps into my thoughts.
Ugly times
When fear is my companion
Instead of you, my husband.
God knows I do not want
To think of you.
Deborah †
Jonesborough
September 07
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