Your Fate

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    Your Fate

    Walking in the room I find you
    Rubber band still strangling your arm
    Clothes in disarray, your missing a shoe
    Your face is contorted, not at all like yourself
    You wield a needle like I wield a pen
    Remnants of the light bulb scatter the floor
    My pen mars a page, the needle your skin
    Your life in the hands of the drugs you taken
    I watch you struggle to breath
    Will you manage to live again
    Your lungs continue to heave
    I call for help with my cell
    Scratches mar your once perfect skin
    I can only hope you escape from your hell
    This battle you might not win
    All I know is I will find you again
    In a drug induced state
    Do you even want to survive
    Maybe young death is your fate

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    kpeery09 commented on Your Fate

    03-23-2010

    Wow this one is just truly making me think of how teens or even adults use heroin in serienges and needles and like if they stick the same place to many times there arm or leg or wherever is amputated. But This made a wonderful write. I give you 10+

    cynthiakehl commented on Your Fate

    05-27-2009

    drug overdose is a very powerful subject, you gave the imagery and the heartache in this write! ;) I'm beginning to understand your style! enjoy life always! so sorry for anyone having to endure such a horrific incident.

    josaline commented on Your Fate

    05-16-2009

    either you have a very vivid imagination, or you've been thru a pain that rips at your soul...im hoping for the 1st. truly sad.

    sincere commented on Your Fate

    05-15-2009

    Very deep, I could picture everyhting you described, very good.

    Wonxxtnz commented on Your Fate

    05-14-2009

    this was a sad poem & why i didnt rate higher i thought it was about a sick kid @ first i mean baby type then hey i read it twice whoa... yeah now it feels like a little brother or sister ... very sad ...very good

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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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