"Dad" An Addict's Life

Our poor dad, he looks so frail
It really is such a shame.
His mind is now gone,
He doesn't even know

"dead ends"

what was it like to sleep with
your head on subway stairs and
your hair tangling with the days
unwashed
skin hugging

Gone Again

So, again you're gone from my life,
gone like a thief in the night.
You get to hide in numbness,
I get to live with

WASTED GIRL

She stood outside the motel room,
her head resting wearily on the door.
Her skin was pale and blue-veined,
and her

"The Other Side"

The waters where I tread are dark and cold.
Filled with sadness and miseries untold.
My plight seems so hopeless