He hears voices in his cocaine sleep,
of intoxication without dreams,
in a somewhere
where he'll be treated kind,
instead of rotting from the inside,
while everyone thinks hes fine.
But hes just a f^cking addict,
and never worth the time.
From what I gather in this poem is that a cocaine addict's life is wasting away, of course any severe addiction could be detrimental yet hope is always a possibility to overcome extreme habituation. Interesting write and thanks for the share J.A!
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