DEMON'S ROW

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    DEMON'S ROW

    DEMON'S ROW

    Dragons roam freely in my world
    Fed by drugs that consume my mind
    Dark shadows creep in as a reminder
    Of the life I am leaving behind

    Prisons built deep in my conscience
    Leaving scores of scars on my heart
    This hold will never release me
    Addiction makes sure we stay apart

    The Devil feasts upon my thoughts
    Begging me to take more of his candy
    Willing to make trade for all I possess
    My Soul will come in very handy

    Dreaming of a psychedelic journey
    Darkness dances whilst I'm sleeping
    Fueled by madness burning deep within
    Behold, I sense death slowly creeping

    Angels, please lift me to safer grounds
    Drugs are not my seed to sow
    I need to be where my vision's clear
    I shall not join the Demon's Row

     "Drugs Are the curse used to escape the habit of living, until the escape becomes the habit"


                                    

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    cmlestrade commented on DEMON'S ROW

    08-10-2009

    This was terrific. I encouraged a good friend to write poetry once but had no idea he had kicked crack-cocaine at the time. This poem reminded me of the one he wrote. It has a steady meter, great message, strong emotions and is altogether a powerful write.

    Hampton commented on DEMON'S ROW

    06-08-2009

    Nicely done. An honest disclosure of the journey that is drug addiction concluded with a plea for release.

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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