”After I disappear”

In my travels that led me far and wide,

chasing highs I could not hide.

 

In search of the purest, in a frantic haste,

heroin… my choice, the one embraced.

Through the mean streets and shadowed nights,

players and dealers hidden from the lights.

 

I followed whispers of the junkies’ trade,

a world unforgiving, always afraid.

The road was endless, never at rest,
chasing a hunger I couldn't suppress.

Each stop, a new fix, a fleeting high…

the emptiness stayed, no matter how I’d try.

I built my life on ever-shifting sands,
gripping the edge with trembling hands.

Every step forward felt like retreat,

nothing to find but heartache and defeat.

Now looking back, I see the cost…
all that was gone, and the many times I lost.

But my journey's over…the road ahead is clear,
only becoming visible after I let myself disappear.

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-Peter