Whisky and Drugs
Heroin, washed down with whiskey
drowning all my troubles away
as I sink deeper into oblivion !
routed to the spot, I can`t walk away.
dirty used needles discarded on the side
amongst the scrunched up wrappings
empty bottles heard clinking under foot
living like lords with all the trappings !
floating on air as my troubles disappear
while the room swims round and round
euphoria takes control and all is good
until the moment my face hits the ground !
comatose, as the drug takes effect
mixed with alcohol and self pity
trying to run away from life`s horrors
while everyone lives happily in the city !
I`m trapped in a hole and can`t climb out
darkness suffocating me here under ground
nowhere to turn, just loneliness for company
only death at journey`s end, no more sound!!
(c) Lissie Bull 2020
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