Sonnet Sundays (on Saturday) Jill
Two
sides of the same coin, we are
One
with needles, the other bar
Sadly,
the syringe breaks the skin
Wondering
if it’s from my sin
Both
from backgrounds of love and hate
Are
both our addictions our fate
Virtually,
we spoke for hours
Inside
us, the demon cowers
Waiting
to strike when our guard’s down
Feeding
it more for it to drown
Once
in the veins, heroin flows
The
beast within suddenly grows
A
lethal dose that no one can see
God,
please help us, this cannot be
She’ll
never get to see Paris
Thanks
to our Border Tsar Harris
Then
thought I was forgotten
Finding
the news, feeling rotten
Left
in a world alone to face
Feeling
like I was a disgrace
Now
my lines are no longer blurred
Craving
alcohol is now cured
At
your low, why didn’t you turn
Leaving
me to face this fire burn
Wishing
we didn’t have this gene
We
miss and love our little bean

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