“My Life to Reclaim”

 

In deep shadows where demons do dwell Peter an addict, with a sad story to tell.

Years and years of sorrow woven in despair. lost in the black hole of a heroin lair.

 

Eyes once bright now clouded with pain. Haunted by memories in a relentless chain.

The needle whispers its cruel embrace. Down the path of destruction, no solace or grace.

 

Through the mean streets I wander alone, soul adrift, no anchor, heart turned to stone.

 

In the back of my mind was a flicker of light but the darkness of addiction continued to fight.

All of the years that did pass by in cruel melody struggling, yearning, trying, yet never being free.

Lost in a world of my own making, a prisoner of heroin it’s truly heartbreaking.

 

But deep within a small spark remains, telling me to rise like a phoenix from the flames.

Breaking the chain of addiction where my king heroin does reign.

 

Desperately I try to make myself whole in the depths of my worn

and weary soul.

Asking, “please Lord, save me from this cruel game”.

Mercy, my life to reclaim.

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-Peter