Dope

Dope Haze

Blood soaked hung by a rope ... Sold out for dope..

The Tighter your noose.. The lower our slope ... Dope...

In sickness we debate .. Injustice you create ...

Acquaintances hold you dear .. Gripping their needs spreading Your fear ... Haze...

Troubles bending... Money your spending... Relief all you seek ... We’re all but forgotten and meek While your standing high and alone at your peak ... Dope ...

Inflicted... Grief Stricken...

Your names we no longer mention ... Blind ... Is not the question ... Unwilling to see your impact ... That’s a matter of fact... Haze ...

Life’s work ... Failed Incomplete.. Shifting focus... Falls upon us to climb these impassable feats .. Insecurities hold on everything it meets ... Dope...

Faith in recovery is a loss ...

Deep in duality a heavy cost ...

A piece of you shall remain ..

A witness to your life in vain ...

Haze...

Washed clean in time ...

Proof nothing lasts ..

Acceptance is knowing we can’t relive our past ..

We can now only morn your days lost in ... Dope Haze

Poetry by cycle of scars

Artwork by artist unknown