Heroin Hell by Mark Sydenham

Heroin eyes

no-one heard my cries

or cared for my demise

didn’t see the pain in my eyes

inside I’d died

a thousand times

I shirked hard work

didn’t care who I hurt

I’d rob and I’d steal

to make my next deal

no care as long as I got my share

no sense of what’s fair

a thousand shivers and shakes

right up to hell and its gates

led forward to a heroin hell

no right from wrong

I’d sold my soul for a song

To whom did I belong?

I’ll find a way out of this heroin hell

Written by Mark Sydenham © 2014

About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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