The smoked filled room
Of drugs and drunks
Blinds us to reality
Shimmering lights a fixation on life
The ripples effects of a dream
In stupor you act
In stupidity and remorse
You know not what you do
You don’t really care
What happens to you there?
You just let the advantage win
Then in an act of lust
You think hell, why not
The b_______ do it too
With hatred a new
You treat them the same
The same way they treated you
Then in dawns early light
Of the misfortune of night
You cry thinking
When did I become
Just like him

Kaila George

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