No More Happy Endings

*Sadness alert* This poem is a poem with a message, a dark, sad, depressing message that has been banging at the door of my mind for some time now just begging to be written. My muse finally decided this was the time to let it out. I’m not sure if I’m done tinkering with it but…I just had to write it and publish it. Please take the message seriously because it’s a problem that is troubling a lot of families and loved ones.

No More Happy Endings

Her life had become full of
Cold lonely nights and cloudy mornings
Her hazy brain screaming at her,
Her whole body craving,
One of Satan’s favorite tools…crack cocaine
Upside down, sideways but never right side up
That is what her life had become
The dark Lord Satan,
Disguised as a Twenty Dollar rock of cocaine
Was her lover
And her life…was nothing but misery and pain

Paranoid delusions raced through her head
Fractured memories of a life as Daddy’s little girl
Battled with the thoughts of the hunger
That only one thing could ever feed
Money, more money, she needed another hit
The Devil whispers “sell your body, that should do the trick”
Another piece of her…dissolves away
As Satan slowly leeches away the last of her soul
Soon she’ll be nothing…
Nothing at all

A happy ending…no…
I don’t think you’ll ever find one here
Fairy tale endings are few and far between
This little girl has lost all control
And the Devil laughs his wicked laugh
As crack claims him another soul
And souls once claimed by Satan
Are very rarely…ever given back

Rock bottom…
Nothing left to lose
The Devils little plaything
Lays discarded like a cockroach crawling on a filthy floor
She has nothing left to live for and nothing more to give
A once promising life lays dying…wasting away to no more
Playing with the Devil, you should expect the same thing
No more happy endings because…Satan will never let you get away
To see a better day

© 2011 by Bruce

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About ghosterb

I live in a little town in Virginia called Buffalo Junction. It's in between Clarksville and South Boston. I Love all kinds of music and poetry. I'm a night owl. I love the tranquility and mystery of the night.
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2 Responses to No More Happy Endings

  1. Poets Rally says:

    sad, well put.

    Hope all is well, join poets rally today if you could.

    Happy Thursday.

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