Random Prompt #13


The air felt heavy
burdened with betrayal
loss, heartbreak and dismay.
It reeked of abandonment
This is where dreams came to die.

As disappointment set the tone
for the atmosphere
strong stench of opium,
and infected needles….
choking the air in my lungs
suffocated, I struggle.

The sound of silent cries
echoed in my ear drums
deafeningly desperate.
reality was like a ticking time bomb
they’d do anything to escape 
the clutches of pain…
sometimes even at the risk of putting life in danger…
for that one hit.
for that one line of coke
for that one dose of heroin.


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