A Poem

She doped me up

Smoked me up

Felt me up

Then threw me away

For a later day

I could not tell

If she knew

What this meant

For tomorrow

Or today

Did she know

This was abuse

For her to use

Me in this way?

Will I ever recover

From another

Unpardonable offence

Brought upon me

From her along the way?

If I do recover

Will I grow bitter

And end up more

Miserable than before?

I must try to mend

Before it is too late

For bitterness leads to

Death internally

Sometimes even

Forevermore

Writer, Wife, Mama to many. My book of poetry, "Wandering Through the Darkness" can be found at https://tinyurl.com/yaos7vp3 Visit me at Misfit-believer.com

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