Pipe Dreams

In the pipe dreams
between cracks and seams

A life of addiction
is a self-made affliction

Masked by phony smiles
across a million miles

Of pain stricken road
carrying a heavy load

A rocky path strewn
with wreck and ruin

And sometimes even death
steals away a breath

For life away from dope
there can be found hope

Nothing light and breezy
won’t be that easy

But can be done
and the battle won

If you just try
’cause it’s do or die

Time’s come my friend
for it all to end!

Teresa Marie  11/21/11

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