THE FENTANYL BLUES

He was a Hero of Heroin born in Noxalone by the Fentanyl valley.
His youth was spent dreaming of a Carfentanyl sea where he could nod off and sail on down a Morphine river and hide the shame she see’s.
His eyes lay dark as a burned out meth pipe. A visible mask hiding him from he.
Memory of his time spent smoking Crack.
All his manhood forever slacked.
Shamed by the stigma of his addiction she lives by his side in his truths and fictions. In prayer she asks for her God’s intervention.
She asks her Lord what were His intentions
The person he sees in the store window reflection reminds him of all the previous rejections.
In sickness and health she will stand by
his side and Pray that in the mirror the truth will not hide.
#LightHouseDannVerner
#TheOriginalUrbanViking

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